Ella’s POV
What kind of person is my father?
I returned to my room and sat by the dressing table, scrutinizing my reflection in the mirror, trying to find traces of my father in my face.
My mother once said that my father passed away unexpectedly before I was born, but she never elaborated on the details. I never asked for fear of upsetting her, and over time, I forgot about it.
Lucy, could we possibly be wolf from the Blue River pack?
I called out to my wolf.
Lucy looked puzzled and scratched her head.
I’m not sure either, but as Camila said, our fur is indeed blue, so perhaps your father really was a wolf from the Blue River pack.
Me: If he was from the Blue River pack, what was his status? I’m thinking maybe I still have other family members.
Yes, it’s very likely. Alpha Oscar, Kevin’s father, might know something about your father. You know, your mother was his Beta, and they had a good relationship.
Oh, Lucy, you’re so smart.
I stood up eagerly and rushed to open the wardrobe, packing my clothes.
Wait, Ella, are you planning to return to the Blood Moon pack now?
Lucy interrupted me.
Me: Yes.
But it’s already late now. You can leave tomorrow morning, and besides, we need to say goodbye to Camila first.
I was extremely excited. Now that I knew I might have other family members, I wasn’t an orphan anymore. I couldn’t wait to learn more about my father.
“I’m going to find Camila now.”
After packing my clothes, medical kit, and my precious scorpion, I went to knock on Camila’s door. She impatiently stood with her arms crossed, giving me a sleepy look.
“Sorry to disturb you, grandma, at this late hour.”
“So, it’s nearly 10 o’clock at night, my dear granddaughter, what urgent matter do you have to tell me?” she asked with a sleepy expression.
“Grandma, I’ve been thinking, and I believe you’re right. I might have blood ties to the Blue River pack. My mother was the Beta of the Blood Moon pack’s Alpha, but in reality, I’ve never met my father, and I don’t know anything about him. So I need to go back to the Blood Moon pack to confirm some doubts.”
I took a deep breath. This decision was somewhat difficult for me. “Camila, I need your support.”
I told Camila everything about my father and mother. She deserved to know it all.
She pondered for a moment, staring into my determined eyes, and finally agreed to respect my decision.
“Hmph, just don’t forget about me, this old lady,” Camila said grumpily.
“Don’t worry, Grandma, I’ll be back soon.”
She hugged me reluctantly, and I felt the same reluctance. I reassured her that I would be back soon and not to worry. She didn’t try to dissuade me but instead called for a carriage and escorted me to the Pack’s gate. I carried my luggage on my back and reminded her,
“Grandma, I’ll miss you. Don’t drink too much alcohol; it’s not good for your health.”
“Sweetheart, I’ll miss you too.” She hugged me again, tears shimmering in her brown eyes. “No matter what you’ll experience returning to the Blood Moon pack this time, remember, you always have a home in the Blue River pack.”
“Yes, I know.” I couldn’t help but choke up a bit, returning her embrace.
After getting on the carriage, Camila kept on giving endless instructions to the coachman. Twenty minutes later, the carriage moved, and I leaned against the shed, yawning and looking out at the crescent moon, counting the distance from the Blue River pack to the Blood Moon pack-it would probably take about a day and a half. I was filled with nervous anticipation, hoping to see Kevin again soon.
When I thought of him, memories of my experiences at the Blood Moon pack came flooding back, strange yet familiar. But it didn’t bring me as much pain as it did five years ago. I think it’s because I’ve grown up.
As the carriage jolted along, I gradually succumbed to sleep, my eyes closing.
Little did I know, because of this sudden decision, my peaceful life would encounter turmoil and upheaval this very night.
I sat in the carriage, moving gently forward. The darkness of the forest enveloped everything around, with only the headlights barely illuminating the path ahead. Suddenly, the coachman hurriedly pulled the reins, bringing the carriage to a sudden stop and jolting me awake.
“What’s happening, sir?” I asked curiously.
“Sorry, miss, just now a shadow darted past me,” the coachman replied, squinting into the darkness ahead, “There’s someone up ahead!”
I leaned towards the window and indeed saw a figure lying by the roadside, covered in bloodstains. My heart clenched, and I was fully awake.
I was puzzled. Why would an injured man suddenly appear in the forest?
Nevertheless, as a physician, a sense of duty compelled me not to ignore this man’s plight.
“Quick, stop, let’s go check it out,” I commanded, and immediately the coachman halted the carriage.
I jumped out of the carriage and cautiously approached the fallen man. He was a man, covered in wounds, but faint breaths indicated he was still alive. I opened the medical kit and began treating his wounds. The coachman brought the light, illuminating my makeshift operating area.
The man’s injuries were severe, some wounds cut deep to the bone, appearing to be caused by sharp objects. I focused on treating his wounds, staunching the blood as best as I could. The coachman assisted me silently, handing me medicines and disinfectants, quietly assisting from the sidelines.
Gradually, the bloodstains on the man’s body diminished, and his wounds were cleaned up neatly. I sighed with relief, only after confirming his steady breathing did I relax.
“Sir, we need to take him with us to the clinic,” I said.
“Yes, miss,” the coachman agreed, helping me lift the man onto the carriage.
We drove the carriage carefully all the way, trying to avoid bumps. I sat beside the carriage, rewrapping the man’s wounds with strips of cloth, while constantly observing his condition.
He was still asleep, and I couldn’t help but scrutinize him. He was tall and muscular, exuding a unique aura. His black trench coat almost absorbed his blood, and the strong smell of blood made me hold my breath.
What had this man gone through to sustain such serious injuries?
I couldn’t help but move my gaze up to his face, and then I paused. It was a delicate and beautiful face, with long and full eyebrows, distinct features, and exquisite contours, as if carved, but his pale skin exuded a sickly beauty.
I seemed to be attracted by this sickly beauty, unable to look away. Then suddenly, he opened his eyes, and a pair of pitch-black sharp eyes met mine. I was startled and fell off the chair onto the wooden floor.
The carriage stopped, and I heard the coachman’s concerned voice from outside.
“Miss, what’s happened?”
I didn’t respond, staring blankly at the man who had just awakened, and he was staring back at me with a dark, icy gaze, like a sharp blade that could pierce through one’s soul.
“You’re awake?” I sat up and said to him, “You fainted in front of my carriage, and after I briefly treated your wounds, I brought you up here.”
He still didn’t say anything, just stared at me with a gloomy expression, sending shivers down my spine.
Then the curtain was lifted, and the coachman poked his head in.
“Oh, hi, so you’re awake now,” he said.
The coachman greeted the strange man with a smile, but he suddenly seemed to be startled. He reached out, grabbed the coachman’s collar, and dragged him into the carriage. Before I could even scream in shock, there was a crack, and the coachman’s neck was snapped!
I widened my eyes in horror.
He casually tossed aside the lifeless body of the coachman as if it were trash, then looked at me with interest, revealing a chilling smile.