Fated to the Cursed Lycan Prince by Dark Knight
Chapter 1055 The Vampires’ Plot
Crystal’s POV:
My daughter couldn’t seem to accept that fact that Rufus had suddenly left. She was so distraught that she even refused to eat her favorite cookie. She kept looking out the window in morose silence, her chin resting on her tented hands.
Since she had lost her memory, Beryl and Rufus had seldom been separated from each other. They were attached to the hip, no matter where Rufus went.
The worst part of this predicament was the fact that Rufus’ date of return was uncertain. It was understandable that Beryl was upset.
I lovingly caressed my daughter’s cheek and said, “Don’t be sad. I’m sure Daddy will be back in a few days.”
Beryl pursed her lips, her eyes filling with tears. “Daddy didn’t even say goodbye to me.”
“It’s probably only because he was in such a hurry,” I immediately rea*s*sured her. “He didn’t have time to say goodbye.”
Beryl lowered her head, looking none the less dejected. “I know that Daddy didn’t do it on purpose. I don’t blame him. I’m sad because I won’t be able to see Daddy for so many days.”
After a moment’s thought, I retrieved a piece of wood the size of my palm and a small carving knife from my purse. Then I started to work.
As expected, Beryl’s attention was drawn to what I was doing.
I had learned a bit of wood carving from Warren, back when he was making the walking stick for Leonard. Later, when I took over the border pack, I would make some carvings with my children in my spare time.
It would take a lot of time to carve out a human figure with fine details, so I settled for a rough outline of Rufus’ face, taking care to make his expression more defined.
“Mommy!” Beryl exclaimed. “Did you carve Daddy’s face?”
“Just a rough version. I’ll make you a better one when I have the time.” I blew the wood chippings from the block and took out a handkerchief to wipe the carving clean. Soon enough, we were staring at Rufus’ wooden likeness.
I couldn’t help but frown, though. It didn’t really resemble Rufus that much. The hairstyle was somewhat the same, but the rest of his features were quite… different.
Even so, my daughter was pleased with it. She held the wood carving in her hands and laughed with joy. “Now, Daddy can be with me all the time!”
As long as she was happy, I was happy as well. I patted Beryl’s head and asked, “Are you still sad?”
She shook her head and gave me a toothy grin. “I’m not sad anymore.”
“Then let’s go home to your Grandma.” I made quick work of packing up my belongings. By the time I was done, my daughter was already waiting for me with her small backpack.
She liked to be carried on the back lately, so I obliged and carried her all the way back to the Laura’s palace.
When we arrived, Laura had already prepared dinner. Beryl tossed her schoolbag on the sofa and rushed into the dining room.
Just then, Laura emerged from a side hall with two exquisite masks in her hands. “You came just in time,” she greeted me. “I’ve asked someone to prepare these gorgeous masks for you. You should stop wearing the weird ones that you have, or Beryl might reject you in the future.”
I thanked her before asking about Rufus’ sudden departure.
When Laura replied, her tone was serious. “There was an attack. No one could explain what happened, exactly, but many werewolves died. Rufus initially sent soldiers to look into it, but they eventually lost contact. That, in itself, was alarming. Then last night, Blair told him that they have caught some spies. Rufus began to suspect that all these things were related to the vampires. He thought it was best that he went there and see the matter for himself.”
“Did he take his men with him?” I asked, a little worried.
“Don’t worry about it. There shouldn’t be any problem. Rufus is powerful, and he will be within the werewolves’ turf. Even if the vampires did have something to do with this, they aren’t stupid enough to act brash in the enemy’s territory.” Laura patted my arm in a gesture of comfort.
I took some relief in her words. She was right—at the moment, no one else could compete with Rufus in terms of strength. I knew he would prevail. Unless, perhaps, if the vampires and the black witches banded together to lay siege on the werewolves.