The Lycan King's Fate Calling novel Chapter 882

Crystal's POV:

"Beryl, you're too young to understand this, but witchcraft is really dangerous." I felt so helpless. I wanted to explain to her how destructive witchcraft could be, but she didn't listen and insisted on opposing me.

"I didn't use witchcraft for fun! I'm just punishing bad people." Beryl pouted, feeling wronged.

I pursed my lips and said in a serious voice, "Perry is not a bad person. Even if she did something wrong, you shouldn't use witchcraft on her. I've already told you not to use your power, and you've already given me your word. So you just can't do this. Why can't you just listen to me for once?"

"She is a bad person! I don't want to talk to you anymore. Bad mother! I don't want to be near you anymore. Waah... Waah..." Beryl's eyes turned red. She jumped out of the chair and ran out as fast as her short legs could carry her.

I hurried to catch up with her, only to spot her picking up the small wooden whistle hanging around her neck and blowing on it. A giant wolf came bounding inside. It was Ian.

The weak little wolf pup had grown up and transformed into a majestic giant wolf. As Ian grew up, his artificial appendages had been changed several times, the replacement materials becoming increasingly advanced. To make Ian more comfortable with his artificial limps, I even used witchcraft to refine them. Not only did they look very cool and awesome, but they were also incredibly strong. He could now run so fast that even I couldn't keep up with him. Ian ran up to me and swung his big tail at me. His eyes were similar to Rin's and were slightly narrowed, as if he were smiling at me.

Beryl grabbed Ian's head to turn him toward her and sat on his back, her short legs dangling on either side of his flank.

"Ian, let's go!" Beryl gently grasped his big ears, indicating that she wanted him to run fast.

Ian turned his head to look at me, then sped away in a flash.

I helplessly put my palm on my forehead. I was furious, but I could do nothing to this cheeky little devil.

And now, Ian stuck to Beryl like glue. When he was little, he clung to me and slept with me in the same room.