The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Crystal's POV:

Wasting no time, I lunged at the she-wolf in the pink mask. To her credit, she fought back fiercely. Whatever she lacked in her moves, she made up for in her strength and agility. Thanks to her small stature, she was able to dodge my attacks easily.

For a while, neither of us gained the upper hand.

Then, all of a sudden, she grabbed my hat and wig and tore them off me. "So!" she cried out. "You're a she-wolf, huh? Where the hell is Crane? What did you do to him?"

I didn't bother answering her and just focused on the task at hand. I drew closer to her, desperate to take her down as soon as possible.

Just then, out of the corner of my eye, I caught sight of Arron trying to sneak toward the door.

I needed to stop him before he got lost again. "Arron honey, just stay put!" sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ (F)indNƟvᴇl.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

My son froze, looking stunned. Then he flung his mask away and revealed his adorable little face. "Mommy! Is it really you, Mommy?"

"That's right. Mommy is here to pick you up." Even as I talked to Arron, I continued sparring with the she-wolf.

presence, as he grabbed a stool nearby and threw it at the she-wolf s

land a punch on me, but it didn't connect. "You are

but I intercepted her attack, grabbing her by the wrist and twisting

only to be drowned out by the she-wolf's piercing scream. Arron picked up the stool again and raised it, no doubt about to hit the enemy

the she-wolf was quick this time. She kicked him away before he could do anything to her. "You wretched bastard!

this, and I kicked the she -wolf's shin, sending her kneeling

ingrate of a son, of

ago!" The she-wolf was sweating profusely from the pain, but she still managed to fix me a ferocious glare. "Do you really think you can save him all by yourself? The boss is no foot. He will soon realize that something is wrong. He knows everything that goes

prepared, bitch. I am curious, though. I'd like to see just how capable

had

see, shall we? We aren't the type to waste chattel that

you rascal! I

her snarls. He dropped the

of the she-wolf's rants. I tied

promise you!" In the