~ Reynard POV cont. ~
Dad pushed me out of the way and jumped towards the door, taking a shot that was aimed at me, but it wasn’t a gun–the men also had a dart gun for their wolfsbane. My father wouldn’t go down so easily. He stood up, grunting at the paint surging through his veins and moved for the man.
The man emptied the dart gun into my father’s chest until he finally collapsed.
“Dad, no,” I bellowed, shuffling over to him. “Please, don’t leave me.”
He wheezed, “I’ll never leave you, son.” He placed a hand on my chest, over my heart. “As long as you follow your heart, y-your mother and I will always be with you.”
Shaking my head, my body trembled. “Please!”
“I’m proud of the man you are becoming…” his voice trailed off as he passed out from the overdose of wolfsbane, never
