The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Crystal's POV:

The monster gradually emerged from the darkness, unveiling itself at a torturously measured pace. At first, I perceived a sullied tail and then the sight of its corpulent body followed.

Overwhelmed with joy, I cried out once more, "lan!" As the colossal tail, paired with a metallic prosthetic hind limb, swayed vivaciously, I became more convinced of its identity. This time, I was certain that it was

lan.

The mighty tail wagged with a cheerful rhythm and a wolfs howl reverberated in the air.

Suddenly, there was lan, stepping out from the shadows.

He immediately noticed my presence and charged toward me.

But as he drew near, I heard someone exclaim, "It's a wild wolf! Watch out!" As the soldiers on either side of the corridor brandished their weapons, poised to strike at lan, my heart raced with apprehension.

But I knew that Rufus, the commanding officer, would heed my plea for mercy. "I know that wolf," I told Rufus, my voice trembling with emotion. "I've raised him from a pup. He's not a threat to anyone. Please, don't hurt him! He's friendly and won't harm anyone."

no circumstances are you to harm this wild

speed that belied his artificial limb, rivaling the momentum of a normal

and, in a blur of fur

heart buzzed with happiness. I hadn't

his eyes, narrow and elongated, glimmered with happiness as he enthusiastically

facade. "Why did you run away from home? Do you

let out a whimper and affectionately patted my arm,

tugged at his ears. "Promise me you won't do it again. What if you get lost and can't

whine, his misty eyes brimming with tears, making him look heartbreakingly forlorn. I couldn't

after, lan began sniffing around me. He seemed uneasy and was possibly searching

we were in the border and he

softened at the sight

much-needed comfort. "Don't worry, lan," I reassured him. "I'll bring

help but wonder what kind of ordeal lan had endured. His body was caked with

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noticed a bald patch on his forelimb, which appeared to be the result