The Night Wolf novel Chapter 81

Yasmin, stared at him blankly, it seemed as if she didn't even want to talk to the immature person before her. "I'm glad that I came just in time."

"Now that's no way to treat a prince." Lark scoffed.

"I don't serve you." Said Yasmin, her eyes widened when they moved over to look at Willow, who stood behind Lark. "You bought her." She nodded. "Follow me."

Lark made a face at Yasmin, who had already started walking down the hallway.

After multiple hallways, they finally stopped in front of a large double door. Yasmin knocked on the white door, lined by gold. She opened the door without sparing much effort when the person inside responded for them to enter, which shocked Willow, because the doors looked quite heavy.

Willow stepped inside after Lark and was hit with the familiar smell of paint and wood. She looked around and was awestruck when she saw easels and canvases all around the room.

"You're here." Willow heard a familiar voice and then she noticed the person inside the room, who was holding a palette in one hand and a paint brush in another.

Willow gasped. "Dad?"

The young man's eyes widened, that is when she snapped out of her reverie and noticed how absurd it must have sounded. She shook her head, looking embarrassed she said, "No, it's impossible, my dad isn't this young, nor was was he this handsome and he never dressed up-"

"Okay, okay, you should stop now." Said the person who looked like her dad said.

"Oh I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to-"

"Stop," said her dad's look alike, as he glared at her making Willow grow nervous. "How dare you say that your father isn't handsome?"

Willow was dumbstruck. Did she say that her father wasn't handsome?

"Shouldn't you be happy?" Said Lark. "She just said that you're the most handsome."

She didn't say that either. Because Rowan was the most handsome in her eyes. At the thought of Rowan, she grew worried because she had sensed him near her back when she was in the woods.

"Well yes but," said the other man. "But she also called me ugly."

Willow was speechless, what were these people trying to play with her? She had been fifteen when when her father had passed away, not five.

But Willow had to agree that the man before her had a lot of similarities with her dad. He had the same ginger hair, the same blue eyes and even his face was structured just like her father's, anyone could be fooled into believing that they were the same person, the only difference was the age. So he could easily pass for Willow's older brother.

"So where did you scout all this information from?" Willow crossed her arms over her chest, trying to look intimidating though internally she had already started to waver and in scared her, she didn't want to believe in whatever prank this was, or worse, it might be just another dream.

"When you were seven, you broke your mother's favourite antique vase."

"Holy sh-" Willow stared at the man-her father?-before her, she was indeed believing him now, but how was it even possible for her father to be back from the dead? No, he wasn't back from the dead, but he was in heaven, that would explain why everything was all white here and everyone so pretty. But what was she doing here? Did she-? No, she was too young to die! She couldn't have! She shouldn't have!

Or was it Lark who blew poison on her face, which killed her and now she was in heaven, beside her father?

But Willow had missed her father greatly, whatever it was, she was also great full that she could meet him here.

"And then we buried it under the bigger oak tree, I'm sure if I dig it out then I'll-" Axel Greene, Willow's father stopped abruptly when he saw Willow crying. "Hey, I wouldn't snitch on you, stop crying, I'm sorry if I scared you. Come here."

"Dad," Willow whispered as she stared at her father.

"Come on, I was just joking." Axel pulled Willow into a hug.