The Lycan King's Fate Calling (Shawn Gibson and Sylvia) novel Chapter 917

Crystal's POV:

I was taken aback for a moment. After confirming that I hadn't called the wrong number, I asked, "Hello, how did you get this watch? Do you know where its owner is?"

My gut instantly twisted with unease. Arron never took his smart watch off when he was outside. Something horrible must have happened to him. My heart clenched painfully. I wished I could take my child's place and endure all his suffering.

"Who are you? How are you related to the owner of this watch?" The she-wolf questioned me warily.

A smart watch was not as convenient as a smart phone. They could surely make and take calls, but unlike phones, they didn't have such a function as contact list to save numbers. That was also why I made sure both my kids had memorized my number in case they needed to call me.

"I'm the boy's mother," I blurted out. I then told her about Arron's appearance and distinguishing characteristics, the brand of smart watch he had, and the small red mole behind his ear that only those close to him knew about.

"A tiny mole is also present on the first knuckle of his little finger. You can go and confirm it."

"If you're his mother, why did he get lost?" the she-wolf asked in a sharp voice. She was worried that I was a kidnapper, so she asked dubiously.

I hastily explained, "I've come from the border pack of the country. It was not feasible to bring my kids here because I was working. But they followed me secretly. Their teacher called me later to tell me that they were missing."

The she-wolf fell silent for a few moments, and then I heard a rustling sound. She might have gone to confirm what I said.

I held my breath and waited, my ears peeled for any sound from Arron. But unfortunately, I heard nothing except the soft sound of footsteps.

I relaxed my body when I got into the car. All my muscles felt sore. But this was not the time to sit back. According to the she-wolf, only Arron was in the hospital, which meant that Beryl was not with him. They must have gotten separated.

Arron and Beryl were always attached at the hip. So how would they get separated? What had happened to them on their way here? I wouldn't know what had gone down until I saw Arron.

I sighed dispiritedly and called Beryl again, but no one picked up.

The robbery-gone-wrong this time was indeed very shocking. The radio playing in the car had reported it several times in a few minutes. Each time it came on, I listened carefully, but only heard information about adults, not kids.

Soon, I reached the children's hospital. I inhaled deeply and went to see Arron.