The Lycan King's Fate Calling novel Chapter 900

Beryl's POV:

Once the night activity ended, the teacher accompanied me and Arron back to our exclusive tent.

Thick blankets were waiting for us in the tent, and even the prepped bed was soft—just how we liked it. Our favorite dolls were also lying on the bed. It felt as though Mommy had just been here and arranged all of this for us.

I flopped myself on the bed and raked the dolls with my arms as I rolled around. My blood rushed against my veins as excitement shot through me. I began to hope that tomorrow would arrive sooner than any logic could beat.

"Beryl, apply the mosquito repellent." Arron climbed onto the bed with a green bottle in his hand.

I sat up straight and rolled up the legs of my trousers. There were indeed mosquito bites on the exposed parts of my ankle. Perhaps I was too preoccupied that I hadn't really paid attention to other things while we were out on the camp.

I dug my nail on the bites to form a cross out of it and giggled at my handiwork. Arron gently slapped my hand away and applied the ointment on the area. The night was cold outside this tent, but the minty ointment was colder and it made me shiver.

Neither Arron nor I had expected the exaggeration of my reaction. It amused him. I could make out how he was thinking that I was really out of it.

I gave him a cheeky smile and a pinch on his face. I was just elated. I loved my mommy and my brother, and no one could change it.

Arron finished applying ointment to the last bite mark on my ankle. I waited for him to finish washing his hands so we could brush our teeth together. We tidied ourselves and went to bed.

Then the day we had waited for had finally come. Before dawn on the third day, right when everybody else was having a good night's rest, I woke Arron up to help me start packing up. After making sure everything was ready, we covered ourselves with thick coats, a scarf, and a baseball cap.

We made sure to put the candies in the bag and tie our shoelaces tightly. We wouldn't be risking to blow this plan if we easily fell down with our shoelaces loosened.

Just when we were ready to go out, some noise came from outside the tent. I signaled Arron to keep silent. Whoever was outside, they could blow our cover. I unzipped the tent and a fluffy wolf head squeezed in.

It was Ian!

I was so happy it was him. I asked Ian to come in. Arron was also surprised. He scratched Ian's ear before asking me, "Did you ask Ian to come here?" "No, I didn't. I guess he knew we were going to run away." I walked around Ian and eyed him happily.

Ian squatted down and sat straight. He squeezed his wolf head on the nook of my neck and rubbed his head eagerly.