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Chapter 2

Lily’s POV

The hospital room felt suffocating, the air heavy with grief and unanswered questions as I sat beside my father’s bed, lost in a whirlwind of emotions. But amidst the chaos, a sense of determination stirred within me, a fierce resolve to uncover the truth behind my father’s tragic accident.

With trembling hands, I wiped away the tears that stained my cheeks and rose to my feet, the need for answers driving me forward. Turning to Nurse Thompson, who stood nearby, I swallowed the lump in my throat and spoke in a voice that quivered with uncertainty.

“Nurse Thompson, can you tell me what happened to my father?” I asked, my words above a whisper as I struggled to keep my composure.

The nurse’s expression softened with sympathy as she met my gaze, her eyes filled with sorrow. “I’m afraid I don’t have all the details, dear,” she replied. “But from what I understand, your father was involved in a hit-and-run accident while crossing a deserted road near the forest, on his way to his cabin.”

My heart clenched at her words, a surge of anger and frustration bubbling beneath the surface. How could someone be so callous as to leave my father to die alone in the cold, dark night? And why was he crossing a deserted road in the middle of nowhere?

“Do you know if they’ve caught the person responsible?” I asked, my voice trembling with a mixture of fear and hope.

Nurse Thompson shook her head, her expression grave. “I’m afraid not,” she replied. “The police are still investigating, but so far, they have found none leads. It seems the driver fled the scene, leaving no trace behind.”

Despair washed over me like a tidal wave as her words sank in. My father’s killer was still out there, roaming free while I sat by his bedside, consumed by grief and frustration. It wasn’t fair. He deserved justice, and I would stop at nothing to make sure he got it.

“Is there anything else you can tell me?” I asked, my voice strained with desperation.

Nurse Thompson hesitated, her brow furrowed in thought. “I’m sorry, dear,” she whispered. “I wish I could give you more information, but that’s all I know for now. The police might provide you with more details.”

With a heavy heart, I thanked Nurse Thompson and turned to leave the hospital room, the weight of the world pressing down on my shoulders.

When I reached the hospital lobby, I spotted Officer Reynolds standing near the entrance, his expression grim as he spoke with a colleague. Summoning all of my courage, I approached him, my heart pounding in my chest.

“Officer Reynolds,” I called out, my voice steady despite the turmoil raging inside me. “Can you tell me what happened to my father?”

The officer turned to face me, his eyes filled with sympathy. “I’m sorry for your loss, Miss Mae,” he said solemnly. “A vehicle struck your father while crossing the road near the forest. Unfortunately, the driver fled the scene, and we haven’t been able to locate them yet.”

“How could they just leave him there to die?” I demanded, my voice rising with emotion.

Officer Reynolds shook his head sadly. “I wish I had an answer for you, Miss Mae,” he replied. “But unfortunately, we’re dealing with a hit-and-run case in a remote area with no witnesses and no CCTV footage. It’s going to be difficult to track down the culprit.”

“I won’t rest until I find out who did this to my father. And when I do, they’ll pay for what they’ve done.”

With those words ringing in my ears, I turned and walked away, my heart heavy with grief.

The morning of my father’s funeral dawned gray and somber, the sky heavy with clouds that threatened to unleash their burden upon the earth below. As I stood beside his freshly dug grave, surrounded by friends and family who had come to pay their respects, a sense of numbness settled over me, dulling the pain of loss that pulsed beneath the surface.

The ceremony passed in a blur of tears and whispered condolences, the weight of grief hanging heavy in the air like a shroud. And when the last words were spoken and the last handfuls of earth were scattered over my father’s casket, I felt as though a part of me had been buried alongside him, lost to the depths of eternity.

As the mourners began to disperse, I lingered by the graveside, my thoughts a whirlwind of memories and regrets. But amidst the chaos of my emotions, a sense of duty stirred within me, a determination to carry on in the face of adversity.

With a heavy heart, I turned away from my father’s last resting place and made my way back to the empty shell of a house that had once been our home. The rooms felt cold and lifeless, devoid of the warmth and laughter that had once filled them. And as I wandered through the familiar halls, a sense of loneliness settled over me like a thick fog, suffocating me with its oppressive weight.


I made my way to my father’s private study, where he kept his financial records and belongings. The room was lit, the air heavy with smelling of old books and leather.

I searched through the desk drawers for the key to the safe. My gaze fell upon a small wooden box tucked away in the room's corner. Curiosity piqued, I reached out and lifted the lid, revealing collect papers and trinkets nestled within.

Amongst the clutter, my eyes fell upon a small rolled-up parchment, its edges yellowed with age. With trembling hands, I unfurled the parchment and read the words inscribed upon it.

At first, the writing seemed like nothing more than gibberish, a jumble of nonsensical phrases and cryptic symbols. But as I studied the words more closely, a chill ran down my spine, and my heart raced with a mixture of fear and disbelief.

The parchment spoke of ancient legends and forgotten lore, of creatures that prowled the depths of the forest, their howls echoing through the night like a harbinger of doom. And as I read on, a single word leapt out at me from the page, sending a shiver down my spine.

Werewolf.

Could it be possible that my father had stumbled upon evidence of existing werewolves? Had he been researching these mythical creatures in secret?

A thousand questions raced through my mind as I stared at the parchment in disbelief, the words swirling before my eyes like a macabre dance of shadows. And as the truth slowly sank in, I couldn’t shake the feeling that my father’s death was connected to his discovery.

With a sinking heart, I rolled up the parchment and tucked it away in my pocket, determined to uncover the truth behind my father’s mysterious research. But as I turned to leave the room, a sense of unease settled over me like a dark cloud, casting a shadow over the fragile peace that had eluded me for so long.

The road ahead would be fraught with danger and uncertainty, but I knew I couldn’t rest until I had unraveled the secrets hidden within the pages of that ancient parchment. And I stepped out into the fading light of the evening, the weight of my newfound knowledge pressing heavily upon my shoulders. I vowed to stop at nothing to uncover the truth, no matter the cost.

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