The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Crystal's POV:

Rufus' imitation skills had been excellent, and our little encounter went through without a hitch.

I patted his shoulder and nodded at him in amazement. "Impressive. The Lycan King is truly talented. I never imagined you to have mastered voice imitation, of all things!"

His lips curled into a smile. "It's just a trick of the sound. I won't be able to fool anyone in close proximity."

"Still, very impressive." I pressed my lips together, feeling somewhat salty at Rufus' talents. The man was capable of anything! There seemed to be nothing he couldn't do, and even the most monumental tasks ended up being a walk in the park with him by my side.

Even now, if he hadn't offered his help, I would probably still searching aimlessly for my son, all caught up in a frenzy to think logically.

"Even if you weren't a king, I'm sure you would have made a successful businessman, or a scientist, even," I found myself muttering in a sullen tone. "You're so intelligent, after all. You learn almost anything in no time."

Rufus chuckled and patted my head. "All right, enough of that. Let's hurry to the meeting place."

don't forget the red box." I popped the lid closed and lifted the box, surprised at how heavy it was.

he took the box from me and kicked the door open without breaking

we couldn't take the main entryway. We would either have to use

more performances, and all that filled the waiting

struggled to find the way to the back door. The building's emergency exits seemed to have all been converted into dressing

weren't many people around, and Rufus and I were

for

someone with a

his trail, knowing that he was bound to lead us

back door, which we learned was used to transport kitchen wastewater in particular. "We need

nodded in a certain direction.

yellow trash bins standing in a row. And beyond that was parked a long sedan,

say anything," Rufus whispered

when I

her was a child wearing a similar clown mask. Even with the disguise, I would