Chapter 67
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.
"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. This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.
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..."