The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Rufus' POV:

I had never eavesdropped before, but at this moment, I felt such a strong urge that I couldn't ignore it. It prompted me to listen in on the pink-masked she-wolf.

I didn't require much effort to get close to the room where the she-wolf and the boy were. I found a cracked open window and cautiously lowered my head to observe what was happening inside. The first thing I spotted was the she-wolf's back. She was bent over the bed and putting something on it.

A dingy bulb cast a dim glow around the room. The kidnapped boy was lying on a mid-sized bed.

I watched the she-wolf as she tucked the boy in and then leaned to whisper into his ear, "Little boy, I have got on Lee's bad side for you. Do you know that? That was Lee we're talking about! You had better remember that you owe me a huge favor. You will have to repay me. You have to treat me like your mother, earn me a lot of money, and bring me many young, handsome, and strong men. Do you understand?"

I automatically sneered when I heard this.

What a dumb she-wolf!

She could have taken advantage of this boy to achieve more meaningful things, but she only wanted money and men.

As I was about to start listening to her again, she suddenly got to her feet and walked toward the window.

I thought she had spotted me and immediately pulled myself back up on the roof beam, but she just locked the window.

which I heard rustling footsteps in the room. Sometime later, I heard the

down and

until I was certain she was out of sight and no one else

as I expected, the door

down the door with brute force, but I was worried that guards might be stationed nearby. If they became alerted, the consequences would

afraid of them, but I had to consider the boy's

out how to open the lock without tipping off

reason, I felt a strange sense of familiarity as I

me that I would be able to open the

but

vernet

and straightened it, converting it into thin long iron wire. After I slowly inserted

I

felt incredible when

to pick locks? Why didn't I know this fact about myself? Who had taught

mind returned to the poor child in

on it. Instead,

saw him, my first instinct was to check if he was

he was