The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Rufus' POV:

As soon as Crystal opened the coffin, Noreen's dried -up skeleton came into sight. The greyish-white bones stood out sharply against the coffin's black velvet interior.

It looked as though Noreen had died holding a crystal ball, because her skeletal hand remained outstretched.

I was confused. Didn't it take a long time for rigor mortis to set in after death? Why did Noreen's body stiffen immediately after she died?

Was this what happened to black witches when they died?

With a grim expression, Crystal walked around the white coffin.

Suddenly, a strong gust of wind blew, and the crows lurking on the tree branches took off.

Only then did I realize what Crystal meant when she mentioned that things were looking ominous.

Anything related to Noreen was ominous.

Using my flashlight, I studied Noreen's skeleton carefully from afar. It was no different from a skeleton of a human being. But one thing stood out to me the hair.

from Noreen's skull, but I noticed that the ends were charred and black from the attempted burning. I could only imagine

tweezers from one of my men and plucked up a strand of hair.

exposed to the air outside the coffin, it suddenly disintegrated

it possible that Noreen's

preferred the idea that Noreen's existence was completely eliminated from this world over the possibility

to burn when she was buried five years ago-disintegrated as soon as it came into contact with a gust of wind. Didn't that mean that Noreen was really gone? Crystal walked up to me and looked at the skeleton worriedly. "I still don't feel good about this. I can't shake off the feeling that things aren't as simple as they seem. But I can't tell

it out. Trust me. Even if Noreen has been reborn, she can't possibly be as powerful as she was before. You killed her once, so you can kill her again." Sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ Findɴovel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters

finally softened. She rubbed her head against my chest and whispered, "I know.

her forehead with my fingers and pretended to scold her. "You underestimate me! I'm the king of the werewolves. What can a rotten witch like her do to me?" Amused,

her smile. After giving her hand a reassuring squeeze, I turned around and ordered

suddenly stopped them. She bit her lower lip and

nodded and followed her

out to touch the skeleton,

her. "It's dirty,"

Crystal shook off my

up again. The whole forbidden forest fell into darkness, and only the area surrounding the coffin was

it, the skeleton turned to ashes

immediately pulled Crystal intel.net

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