My Most Precious Human novel Chapter 159

Draven led me to the top floor of Randall D'Apolito's mansion. As a precaution, six warriors from the Moon Hill Pack followed us. There were no live signs anywhere, but that didn't mean that any corner of this place was safe to walk around.

Each floor of the residence was covered in blood. Corpses were lying on the floor, slaughtered and dismembered. The gruesome odor penetrated our nostrils, making it harder to breathe. Who was capable of doing something like that? What kinds of monsters were able to defeat all the best fighters in the pack, literally tearing them apart? Thinking that I could face the ones responsible for this bloodbath scared the hell out of me.

Draven held my hand with a strong grip while we were climbing upstairs. I figured that he wanted to give me the courage to face my father, and I was grateful for that. Nonetheless, my greatest concern at that moment didn't involve my father in the slightest. I was terrified of the unknown danger, hoping that whoever caused this slaughter was long gone.

I had never thought that while being on my way to the throne hall, I would wonder if Randall D'Apolito was still breathing. There were many times when I wished he was dead, but I also needed some form of closure. I wanted to stand in front of him armed with my strength and confidence. I had never planned to challenge my father. I knew that he wouldn't hesitate to kill me, but I wouldn't bear to kill him. Killing someone who brought me into this world would have devastated me, leaving me irreversibly broken. Yet, I knew there were ways for justice to be served since Draven had every right to challenge Randall D'Apolito and take revenge for the murder of his father. Was stepping aside and letting someone else kill my father making me a coward? If so, then I would become a coward. But it was still better than killing him and shedding the blood that also ran in my veins. If I did that, I would turn out to be just like the man I hated my whole life.

As we reached the highest floor, I took a sharp breath and jerked my hand away from Draven's grip. Chills ran down my spine, and my heart thundered like never before. I crossed my arms and rubbed my shoulders as if I was freezing. The aura filling the entire corridor brought overwhelming pressure, able to crush my guts from the inside. The ominousness hung densely in the air, creating a dark fog that marked the way to the throne hall. I had felt that kind of aura before. It was the day I had found JD's notes in my room, only this time it seemed much more sinister and violent.

"I think JD's was here…" I mumbled, leaning closer to Draven.

"How do you know that?" he asked, surprised by my sudden, fearful reaction.

"Can't you sense this heavy, dark aura?" I asked, struggling to pull the air into my lungs.

He shook his head, scanning my expression. I wondered how he could not scent it. It was so vivid. It felt more intense and explicit than any smell I had felt before. I looked at the faces of the other wolves following us, and they didn't seem alarmed in the slightest. Was I the only one who felt it?

We walked further and stopped in front of the throne hall entrance. I closed my eyes and straightened my hearing sense.

"A weak heartbeat sound comes from the inside, a single heartbeat," I said, slowly pulling out my hand towards the door handle.

Draven put his hand on my shoulder. "Let's go," he said, urging me to enter the room.

I opened the door and immediately felt the smell of blood. Red stains led a trail from the end of the hall towards the throne podium. My eyes followed the bloody marks until I saw Alpha Randall D'Apolito sitting collapsed on his throne. He barely moved and was heavily bleeding. I stopped breathing.

"Lilith." Draven's voice broke me out of bewilderment.

I nodded, regaining my focus, and then slowly looked through the entire hall. There were only three living creatures inside: my bleeding father, Draven, and me. Clenching my teeth, I walked forward towards the throne, and Draven walked two steps behind me. I could hear the mighty Alpha of the Southern Woods Pack pull in a shaky, hoarse breath. As I stepped closer, I saw that his stomach and chest were cut open. The wounds were so deep that it was a miracle that his heart was still beating.

"The fucking bastard is dying. There is no chance to regenerate from the state he's in," Draven hissed.

I stood on the first step of the podium and leaned over my father to look him in the eye. "I know," I said coldly.

My father reacted to my voice. His eyes widened once they met mine, but his expression still carried disdain. I knew that he recognized me, but even while bleeding out in front of me, he still felt superior.

"Hello… father." As weird as it might sound, I had no idea what else to say.