The Lycan King's Fate Calling (Shawn Gibson and Sylvia) novel Chapter 1133

Crystal's POV:

My daughter pushed herself to tell us to save Arron, then she promptly passed out.

It made no sense to me. Wasn't my son sleeping soundly in his room at this moment? Besides, I had a trusted subordinate stationed nearby to keep an eye on him. There was no way something could have happened to Arron.

I took precautions to keep him from appearing in front of others while we were in the imperial capital. As far as the public was concerned, I had a son, and Beryl simply liked calling me Mommy.

If anyone had indeed been targeting me, they wouldn't have known enough to come for my son.

Unless... Unless the culprit already knew about his existence. My mind raced back to the message from last night. Was the sender aware that Arron was mine and Rufus' son?

"I'll send for a doctor and have her checked. You should head back and make sure Arron's all right. Call me if anything happens." Rufus lifted Beryl into his arms without missing a beat.

I snapped back to my senses and fell into step behind him.

To my surprise, he paused and reached out to stroke my head. "Pull yourself together and calm down. You need to find Arron first. Hurry, or he might really be in danger. You've got this, Crystal. Arron needs you."

I took a deep breath and nodded. "Right. I'll go. You should call me, too, if something happens."

As soon as I uttered the last word, I transformed into my wolf form and went bounding toward my residence. I still refused to believe that they had somehow gotten to my son, but I had to admit that whoever was behind this, they had done a good job of luring me away.

They had used Beryl as bait to get me and Rufus out of the picture.

The more I thought about it, the more anxious I became. I quickened my pace.

The palace where we stayed finally came to view, and I spotted my trusted subordinate from a distance. He was still standing guard at the door. Everything seemed to be in place.

Arron had never been one to take a long nap during the day. At most, he would only be out for an hour and a half. And the minute he woke up, he would immediately ask for snacks.

Yet now, I was being told that my son had been sleeping for three hours without asking for anything. I was no longer in the mood for cake. I handed the plate to my subordinate. "Stay here. I'll go and have a look."

"Okay."

I took the stairs two at a time, and quietly approached the room. I twisted the knob and slowly pushed inside.

The room was eerily silent. The curtains were drawn so that no light came into the tiny space.

I flicked the switch on and strode straight to the bed.

I pulled the blanket off, only to find that no one was there.