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.

shouldn't have let the intruders desecrate this place with their presence and

than the sky rumbled with thunder. I was creeped out despite myself, and I

I shall use their blood to wash away their sins and remove their

any more of his disturbing litany, so I interrupted him by clearing my 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 terrifying in this slant of light. "You're awake," he said in a calm tone, surprising me a bit. "Now that you've awoken, accept your baptism and wash away the filth from your body. Only then may you

raising an eyebrow. "Just let me go, and we can

over to a nearby tub and scooped its contents,

I had the sense it contained both blood and mud in it. It also emitted the putrid smell of rotting vegetables. "Release me this instant, or I promise you, you won't live to see another day! struggled against the hemp ropes that bound me, to no avail. In the end, I tried using witchcraft, but that, too, was in vain. I reached deep

did that damn Lee bastard do

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

backwards through my veins and back into my heart. I shuddered in

to scare

I spat out, glaring at him with all the loathing I felt. "Take your filthy paws off me! Don't you