The Lycan King's Fate Calling

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Crystal was being tortured, not just by one, but by three different kinds of power. Her veins stood out on the back of her hands, and her body continued to burn.

I carried her back to the bed and prepared a basin of water to wipe her with. I needed to get her temperature down first.

No medicine could help her, and from what I had just seen, the painkillers didn't do much, either.

If Crystal's fever continued much longer, her body might burn to ashes before it could explode.

Towels were changed one after another, the basin emptied and refilled repeatedly. The blood curse was so potent that several towels caught sparks of flames as soon as they made contact with her skin. I couldn't even imagine the pain Crystal must be going through.

body were cleaned, but she was sweating

and my heart ached. I didn't even understand why I was reacting like that, but I was adamant about not letting her die. I refused to even entertain

a loving caress. I didn't know what else to do. How

I just wish I could be

hunt him down and chop him

to stir in the pit of my stomach, and the desire to destroy kept building and

suddenly harbor such barbaric thoughts? This cunning witch on the bed must have really cast a spell on me. Why else would I dream about her again and again?

put the towel away

"In any case, you need to wake up. You promised Beryl that you would take her to fly some kites, remember? It's going to be sunny in the next few days. You should get better soon and take advantage of the fine weather. And Arron. You have yet to explain to me why he resembles me so much. Aren't you

reaction from Crystal. I sighed and continued. "You love the children so much. Surely, you can't bear to leave them behind, can you? I promise you this, as long as you wake up, I will grant you your freedom. I will never

at my heart with every sentence I

over me.