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."

lifted the box, surprised at how heavy it was. Why did Lee even need so many protective suits in the first

me do it," Rufus said as he took the box from me and kicked the door open without breaking a

part of the location, so we couldn't take the main entryway. We would either have to use

no more performances, and all that filled

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

leaving through the front door. Fortunately, there weren't many people around, and Rufus and I were in costumes-practically the

around for a bit,

with

was obviously a delivery man. Rufus and I quickly followed his trail, knowing that he was bound to lead us

the elevator and went down. The doors opened straight to the back door, which we learned was used to transport kitchen wastewater in particular. "We need to find the yellow trash cans," I whispered,

sleeve and nodded in a

and spotted four large, yellow trash bins standing in a row. And beyond that was

over, don't say anything," Rufus whispered as he led

just about to fall in step behind him when

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