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

Arron's POV:

The bad lady took me to a room. She had been acting very strange ever since she'd seen my face.

Not only had she saved me from those evil men, but she had gone so far as to remove me from that despicable place they kept the children.

Now, it looked like she intended to keep me as hers own. Else, why would she be saying that this room would be mine from now on?

The bad lady took the mask off my face and immediately pinched my cheeks. She didn't seem keen on letting go, either. "Starting today, you should just stay quietly in this room and never think about escaping again. You saw what happened onstage earlier, didn't you? You know that those kids became what they are now because they refused to obey, right? So, then, if you don't listen to me, you'll end up just like them."

I pouted and stared at her, trying to ignore my fear.

I knew she was deliberately mentioning that horrifying situation in order to scare and intimidate me.

None of those children from earlier ever got any form of reprieve. The scene involving the conjoined twins, in particular, was painfully etched into my mind.

"Don't be afraid, Sweetie. As long as you listen to me, you'll be safe and sound." The bad lady finally let go of my face, only to take my hands and squeeze them tightly. Her tone was gentle... too gentle. So gentle that it sounded almost weird. And that terrified me even more.

I had seen with my own eyes how she had beaten up those helpless kids. Clearly, she was not a good person. She might be willing to protect me now, but she could abandon me at any time.

I knew that it all depended on her mood, and that I might have to pander to her to save my hide.

"Why aren't you saying anything, my little sweetie pie? Are you so scared that you've forgotten how to speak?" The bad lady patted my head, her brows furrowed in a feigned look of concern.

I was instantly on alert. She might beat me up if she thought I had become a fool. "No!" I blurted out. "I mean... I understand. I will obey you and stay in this room."

Sure enough, her face broke into a smile, and her hand swept down my hair and landed on my cheek again. "That's right. Just listen to me, and you will never suffer the fate of those worthless imbeciles."

I didn't know why, exactly, but I had this nagging feeling that the bad lady wasn't really seeing me when she looked into my eyes. Instead, she seemed to be imagining another person in my place. But I was only a child, barely past six years of age. What use could I possibly be for her?

I couldn't even begin to figure it out, so I decided to shelve the matter in the meantime.

My priority for now was to plan another escape.

"Now, come here. I also got you some new clothes. Come and try them out." She excitedly whipped out a bag containing a bunch of clothes, but they were all too big for me. She must have swiped them from some hapless teenagers.

Even so, the bad lady looked pleased with her handiwork. She kept looking me up and down, her smile widening by the second. "Not bad. Not bad at all. can already see what you'd look like a few years from now

Her words made me uncomfortable, but I did not

dare to protest. I simply struggled with the oversized clothes as she made me change into a number of ensembles.

When she was at last satisfied, she thankfully let me wear my own clothes again.

"I'll alter these first to fit you, and

then you can wear them," she said as she stashed the larger clothes back into the back. Then, she

reached out and pinched my celnet

again, and even gave it a forceful

wiggle.

I pursed my lips and touched my sore cheek. I missed Mommy more than ever. I wondered where she was now.

No sooner had I thought that when the door suddenly burst open. Startled, the bad lady quickly gathered me into her arms, as though she was afraid that whoever had come would snatch me away.

A werewolf in a clown costume stood in the doorway. However, my senses instantly perked up as I sensed something familiar from the clown.

The bad lady breathed a sigh of relief before impatiently clicking her tongue. "What do you think you're doing here?" she demanded.