Chapter 44
Chapter 44:
“Just promise me you’ll stay strong and not act irrationally.”
All the composure I had gathered evaporated in an instant as my weak heart shattered into pieces.
Fear enveloped me, and I was rooted to the spot. It felt as though a bag of ice had been thrown over me, and my body began to tremble.
At that moment, I could only pray to the Moon goddess to keep my loved ones safe.
My mouth was filled with unspoken words as I stared at Eve, my face contorted with fear.
Whenever Eve chose her words carefully like this, I knew one thing for sure.
The worst had happened.
How much worse could the worst be?
I hoped it wasn’t something I couldn’t handle.
Her lips moved reluctantly as she let out a tense sigh. “Fine. Your dad got injured. He was shot with a silver bullet mixed with wolfsbane when he led a troop of warriors to ambush the enemies. Unfortunately, he didn’t know they had already set an ambush, so they attacked immediately, and—”
The rest of her words hung in the air as I rushed out of my room at full speed, dodging the warriors before my legs carried me to his room.
“Come back, Aurora! Where the hell are you going? I thought you promised!” she lamented, shocked and scared by my sudden action.
I mentally cursed myself, thinking of the consequences of what I had done. She could get fired for exposing the truth to me.
“I’m sorry, Eve.”
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I couldn’t contain myself. All that clouded my mind was my injured father.
Tears blurred my vision as I rushed to his room, bumping into workers along the way.
Without knocking, I flung the door open, rushing in to find my father sleeping peacefully on the bed. Relief flooded me when the steady rhythm of his heartbeat filled my ears.
Thank God he was still alive.
Sadness crept back into my heart as my eyes landed on the beeping machines and the IV drips hanging above him. Quietly, I sat at the edge of his bed, staring at his exposed chest and studying the injury he had sustained.
It was a miracle the bullet had missed his heart by just a few inches.
I could tell he was healing at a good pace, especially with the presence of his mate.
Though I didn’t see her, my mother’s scent lingered in the room. She must’ve left not long ago.
A wave of pity washed over me as I gazed at my father’s weakened form. With time, he would regain his strength.
A sense of pride filled me as a sad smile tugged at my lips. He was a brave warrior. He led by example, and he had earned my respect.
Despite having been with him for several months, I had grown fond of him and cared deeply about him. I wished I could’ve been there to save him. I didn’t understand why the bullet had struck him, out of all the warriors…
Stop it, Aurora!
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