The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Crystal's POV:

I opened my eyes in a daze, only to find myself in a dark room. What little sunlight that filtered into the space came through the skylight above my head.

I shook my head and blinked several times. When I finally came to my senses, I realized to my horror that I was in my underwear. Worse still, I was tied to a cross.

Then I heard a murmur. Someone was chanting a prayer, his voice low and deep.

I looked over in the direction of the sound and saw a werewolf on his knees. He wore a black robe and a skull mask, and he was praying diligently as though he was confessing his sins.

And the idol he was confessing to was neither the Moon Goddess or... or any god that I could recognize, really. It looked hideous. Even from a distance, I could tell that it was a demon, a fiend.

The statue was made of black stone, and a shimmering, silver veil was draped over the head. It did nothing to hide its features, though. Its visage was distorted in awkward angles, its limbs dislocated. It was straight out of a nightmare.

desecrate this place with

with thunder. I was creeped out despite myself, and I felt a chill

shall use their blood to

throat. "Are you Lee, by any chance? I didn't expect you to be so pious. But the deity you worshiped looks so... odd." Lee's head whipped around. His mask looked particularly

talk to your Lord, though," I said, raising an eyebrow.

looked to be a dipper. He shuffled over to a nearby tub and scooped its contents, holding it up to his face and taking

I promise you, you won't live to see another day! struggled against the

that damn Lee

hateful words in the softest e voice. It was eerie. He reached out and dragged his long, black nails along the line of my shoulder, and then up to the artery vein in my neck. The next thing I

choking, like my blood was flowing backwards

small, amused laugh. "It's so easy to scare you. It makes

paws off me! Don't you dare touch me again, you bastard.