The Lycan King's Fate Calling (Shawn Gibson and Sylvia) novel Chapter 908

Rufus' POV:

It was good to know that the doctor was already waiting at my palace upon our return.

The girl hit her head hard. She earned a moderate concussion coupled with a high fever, so she had to be put under constant observation until her condition stabilized. It was also noted that a thorough check-up would be carried out once the child came to.

The report in my hand spawned an inexplicable irritation, resuscitating from the grave an impulse to destroy something immediately. I now regretted that I hadn't done enough; I shouldn't have been too lenient on the robbers and should have given them at least a broken rib or two. Perhaps, it would even be ideal to cripple them.

At this time, the soldiers, who were sent to scour the forest, came back and brought back the survivors of the accident. However, to my grave disappointment, there were not many of them.

One could make out how brutal the robbers were just by looking at the number of survivors, and here I was, more dismal than ever about how sparing I had been on punishing them.

"Twelve passengers died during the robbery. Only six survived, but they were all seriously injured. These people were all headed for the border pack for business and to transport gemstones. Perhaps someone in the group was too high-profile and booked the whole hotel, attracting the robbers' easily-tempted eyes and always perked ears. That was most probably what got them into trouble."

I sat at the head of the table with a cold face and listened to the report from my subordinate. There was an inkling of distaste on my visage as he continued.

"About the girl we brought back," he added, "a little boy was said to be with her. Apparently, they're siblings, but no one knew them when I asked around among the survivors. I assume they only sneaked into the car."

"Where's the boy?" I asked, devoid of any trace of warmth.

"We don't know. They ran away together when they were chased by the robbers. I think they got separated during their escape. We've searched the entire forest, but there was no sign of the boy's body."

"Bring the two robbers here," I ordered in a deep voice, a glower beginning to grow at the bridge of my brows.

"Yes, sir." He slightly bowed before finding his way out.

Soon, the two robbers—bruises and bloodstains bedecking their limping figures—were brought to me. Yet, even the hint of pain they were feeling that I could perceive just by the mere sight of their condition did not dissipate the urge to kill that was rushing through my veins. I intended to give them some more.