Fated For Lycan's Luna

Chapter 67

After leaving the SIlver Pack, I immediately set off for the Red Moon Pack. Ignoring my bleeding heart,

I took each step away from my home towards the place where all of my nightmare took place. Despite

this, I did not waver. I was resolute on my decision to return.

And it was because of my father's voice.

That day, he told me that he wanted to see me. Though he did not say the reason why, when he

contacted me... he sounded very weak... to the point that he seemed like he was going to disappear...

Ever since that day, my heart was filled with worry.

After some time, I finally arrived at the Red Moon Pack.

'I never thought I would return here again...' I thought to myself as I looked at the door in front of me. It

was the door of the pack house of the Red Moon Pack. Same as before, a simple look at it made me

feel a myriad of emotions... like fear... and intimidation... My heartbeat immediately quickened.

It was only after giving a long look at the door when I swallowed my anxiety and gripped my hands tight

before finally entering.

As expected, when I walked into the pack, a look of shock appeared on the members of the Red Moon

Pack. Soon, I was surrounded with whispers.

"What the hell? Is that Chloe?"

"She is still alive? No... more than that... why is she here?!"

"How shameless! Why did she return?!"

I heard the crowd talk. However, I did not pay attention to them. After a few minutes, I saw a familiar

face.Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

"Chloe?!" It was the maid who used to bully me before. She had a surprised look on her face as yelled

my name.

"You!!!" The maid walked in front of me and stopped me from walking. "Why are you here?! How dare

you return!" She screamed while grabbing my arm tightly. My eyes turned cold as I directly shook off

her hands.

"Don't block me. I don't have time to talk to you right now," I told her coldly.

The maid's eyes that were glaring at me shook, a frightened look suddenly appeared in her eyes. "Y-

you... Are you really Chloe?" She stuttered but I ignored her and went straight to my father's bedroom.

When I arrived at the door, I stopped to calm my emotions.

'The last time I was here... I could not even think... what kind of moon I should have when I see father

again,' I thought as I gently pressed my palm on the door.

"Now that I've returned... I still can't fathom how I should feel..." I softly mumbled as I closed my eyes.

After a few seconds, I took two deep breaths and finally opened the door.

Then I finally saw my father. Immediately, I paused and my heart was hit hard.

My father was leaning on the bed. In the short time that I have not seen him, his hair turned all white

and very thin. The domineering authority of an alpha that naturally surrounded him was gone. His face

was completely pale, and his body appeared very weak.

A surprised look appeared on my father's face before his eyes twinkled happily.

"Chloe..." My father called my name. It was the first time... the first that he called my name so lovingly.

My body trembled before I slowly, I sat down next to him.

But soon, I forgot those feelings as I looked at my father anxiously. He appeared to be worse on the

closer look. My eyes shook as I saw his declined state.

"Father... what happened to you?" My voice sounded softer than usual. Complex emotion appeared on

my father's face before he let out a deep sigh.

"Chloe..." He started to say. "I called you here... because I think I might die soon."

"I wanted to see your face... for the last time..." My father added with a weak voice. He did not tell me

what happened to him.

He did not need to say anything. As I closely observed him, I slowly came into a clear conclusion.

"Your poison from the last time... was not cured??" My hands shook as I asked him directly.

Even though I asked him with a strong tone, my father was not offended. Instead, his eyes turned even

more gentle, as if he was proud how I immediately figured out what was wrong with him with just a

glance.

"Father... Why are you like this? Did you not drink the antidote I gave you?" I confronted him. Though I

knew that he drank the first bowl of my blood, I did not see him drinking the last two bowls that I

prepared for him.

My father sighed upon hearing my words. Then, he finally answered, "It's my daughter's blood... I

couldn't drink it..."

'What did father just say?' I looked at him with disbelief in my eyes. 'He didn't take the antidote?'

'But why?' Suddenly, my conscience struck me and I started to blame myself.

'That time... I was so mad at him... but still... I should have... I should have made sure he drank them...'

Soon, my shoulder's trembled as tears started to fall from my eyes.

Father saw me crying. With his weak hand, he reached out and wiped my tears away from my eyes.

"Don't cry, Chloe..." He softly said. "You have not changed at all. Ever since you were a child... you

easily cry..." father suddenly added. His eyes shone as he remembered the past.

"I remember when you were only two years old. There was a butterfly that got its wings stuck on the

leaves. You saw it and immediately felt bad. Even before you say anything... tears already started

falling down your eyes..."

"And when we rescued the butterfly, you started crying again... because you felt so relieved when you

saw it fly..." my father told me with a smile.

"Then, when you were five years old, you saw a child falling sick. That child did not even like you... but

when you saw that he was having a hard time... you started crying for him..."

"My daughter... Now that you see me falling sick like this... are you feeling bad for me so you start

crying again?" He asked as he softly wiped my tears away. "But unlike that butterfly and that boy, your

father did something bad to you..."

"So... don't cry for this foolish father..." my father said before he started coughing. It was a simple

cough at first. But suddenly, my eyes turned wide as I saw him coughing black blood!

I looked around and saw a bowl of uneaten apples and a fruit knife on the bed side corner. Hurriedly, I

took them and raised my wrist, preparing to slit it to draw my blood and save my father.

However, before I could cut my skin, my father held my wrist, covering it from the blade.

"No... Chloe..." my father said before shaking his head.

"You know it too as well, right? Coughing black blood means that the poison has already entered my

bloodstream and my heart."

"No matter what we do, it is already too late."

"Because... I am already dying..."