Chapter 2 Unexpected death

AIDEN'S POV

After I left Camila's room, I was lost in thought. Why did I feel that way when I touched her face? What is wrong with me?

I walked into my room to take a cold shower, and to remove any wrong thought of Camila from my mind.

After I was done, I was walking toward my dad's office when I heard a loud, painful wolf cry. My heart raced. Something was wrong, very wrong. Without thinking, I started running. Every step I took felt heavier, I couldn't shake the bad feeling thatI felt in my gut.

When I reached the office, the door was opened a little. Slowly, I pushed it wider, hoping, and praying that everything was fine. But it wasn't. The moment I stepped into his office, my entire world came crashing down.

My dad was on the floor, covered in the pool of his own blood.

"Dad?" My voice shook with emotions as I rushed to him.

"Dad!!!!" I screamed out my lungs. I dropped to my knees, the cold hard floor wasn't helping matters.

"No... no, no, this can't be real." My hands trembled as I grabbed his shoulder and shook him.

"Dad! Wake up! Please, wake up!" I pleaded, my voice cracking. It didn't matter how much I shook him or how loud I yelled. His body stayed still, he didn't responded to me.

I pressed my ear against his chest, hoping that I'd hear his heartbeat. But there was nothing. No rise of his chest, no breath. He was gone.

Tears threatened to roll down my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. I couldn't believe this. My dad was the strongest person I knew. This wasn't supposed to happen to him, especially not like this.

"Dad, come on! You can't leave me like this!" I cried out, my voice already breaking, I couldn't hold back the tears anymore as I let them follow down freely.

I grabbed his hand, squeezing it as if that could bring him back. But his hand was cold, lifeless. The pain that pierced my heart was unbearable.

Suddenly, I heard the sound of glass breaking as it snapped me out of my shock. My head jerked up, as I moved my eyes to the opened and broken window. I saw a shadowy figure jumping down from the window disappearing into the darkness.

"Hey!" I shouted, stumbling to my feet and running toward the window. But it was no use, the person was already gone.

I stood there, breathless, my heart pounding in my chest like a drum. My hands clenched into a tight fists. Whoever that was, they killed my dad.

"Aarrggggggg" I screamed out, unable to control my anger as I punched the wall.

Before I could move or even think about what to do next, the door behind me burst open.

"Aiden!" My mom called me worried as she rushed into the room, her eyes wide with fear.

"What happened? What-" she stuttered.

She suddenly stopped talking when her gaze landed on Dad laying dead on the floor. I saw the realisation hit her, and her face drained of all colour.

"No... no, no, no!" she screamed, running over to his body. She fell to her knees beside him, just like I had.

"Please, not you! Please!" Her voice was breaking, tears rolling down from her eyes uncontrollably.

She grabbed his arm, shaking him hard, as if that could wake him up. "Wake up! You can't leave us, you can't!"

"Mum..." I whispered, feeling my throat tighten. The pain in her voice, the sight of her crying over Dad's body, it was tearing me apart.

"He's... he's gone." I muttered, as my sister Camila also walked into the scene.

Camila looked up at me, with her brown doe eyes, her face pale, shaking her head like she couldn't believe it. "No, Aiden. This can't be real. This isn't happening."

"Don't tell me my dad is dead, that is a lie," she mumbled, refusing to believe me.

It was the truth, and I hated it. I walked towards Camila, and pulled her into my embrace as she sobbed against my chest.

"I'm going to find who did this," I said, my voice low, filled with anger. "And when I do, they'll pay."

Mom didn't respond. She just kept crying, her hands clinging to Dad's body like she was afraid to let go. It was hard to watch. I wanted to comfort her, but there was nothing I could do. Nothing could make this better.

The next morning, everything felt different. The air was heavier. The house was quieter. And Dad's office... it felt like a graveyards. The memory of him lying there, covered in blood, flashed back into my brain. I stood by his desk, staring at the papers scattered across it.

'I miss him, I miss how he scolds me whenever I do something wrong. Who is going to scold me now that he is gone?' I thought, as my heart contracted in pain.

I couldn't just sit around and do nothing. Someone had killed him, and I was going to figure out who.

I started searching through the desk drawers, pulling out papers, documents, anything that might give me a clue.

There had to be something, some kind of answer. As I opened one of the drawers, I froze. My hand freezed over a small, neatly folded letter. It wasn't like the rest of the papers. It looked... important.

"What's this?" I muttered to myself, pulling it out.

Before I could read it, the door creaked open as my heart skipped a beat.

I turned to see Mom standing in the doorway and I breathed in relief. She looked exhausted, her eyes red and puffy from crying all night.

"Oh, it's you, Mom," I said, trying to keep my voice steady.

"How are you handling all of this?" I wasn't sure what I wanted to hear. Maybe I just didn't want to think about Dad being gone.

She walked in slowly, closing the door behind her. "It's not going to be easy," she said softly, her voice low. I could hear the pain she was trying to hide. "But I'll try to be strong."

"Aiden, what are you doing?" she asked softly, stepping into the room.

"I'm looking for answers, Mum," I said, holding up the letter. "I found this in Dad's desk."

Her eyes widened slightly. "A letter? From who?"

"I don't know yet. I haven't read it," I said, my fingers trembling as I opened the letter.

The writing inside was neat, but the words made my blood run cold.

"This is only the beginning. You're next."

I stared at the letter, my heart pounding in my chest. Someone wasn't just after Dad. They were coming for me too.

'Who the fuck put the letter here?' I mumbled.