The Lycan King's Fate Calling (Shawn Gibson and Sylvia) novel Chapter 1211

Rufus' POV:

I paused, a little surprised by what I was seeing.

As far as I knew, I didn't have a mole like that. Had I simply never noticed? I thought about it long and hard, but I couldn't get a definite answer.

I seldom had to look at my back, I didn't have any reason to. But I was pretty sure I didn't bear this mole whatsoever.

I scowled. If it weren't for the burning sensation that came along with it, I wouldn't have cared for a second that a mole had magically appeared on my skin.

But just as suddenly as it had come, the burning pain vanished. If I didn't know any better, I would have thought that I was just imagining things.

I peered at the mole for a while more, but since I couldn't come up with any explanation, I dismissed it and put my shirt back on.

Then, as I was doing the second button of my shirt, I heard a commotion from outside.

I was in no mood to see anyone at the moment. My men were stationed outside, anyway, so I ignored the noise and continued to dress myself.

Just then, however, Arron's sweet, childish voice flitted through the door.

I paused. Was it yet another illusion? I waited for a couple more seconds, only to hear Arron call out to his mommy.

I quickly donned my coat, straightened my sleeves, and strode out.

Crystal was in a crucial state, and she was still hanging in limbo. I didn't want anyone to come and disturb her before she fully recovered, but I didn't have the heart to deny Arron.

I always felt that the boy was much smarter and more sensible than most children. Seeing him heartbroken just broke something in me.

I patted his head, my voice soft as I said, "It's not what you think. I did save your mommy. But she is still sleeping right now. I will take you inside, but you have to promise me to be quiet, okay? And don't cry, or you will wake her up. You can cry all you want later, and I will hold you while you do, is that okay?"

"Yes, I understand." Arron bobbed his head in earnest. He wiped his tears with the back of his hand and squared his shoulders. "Please let me see

Mommy. I'll just take a peek and leave after I make sure that she is all right. I won't wake her up."

"Good boy," I smiled and tapped his nose. Then I pushed the door open and carried him inside.