His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 236: The Evil Father

Moana

“Hello, Moana.” Michael’s harsh voice rang so loudly in my skull that I winced and staggered backwards a little.

My eyes widened as I looked down and saw what he was holding so tightly in his hand: the Golden Knife. The knife that was going to kill me. The knife that I felt plunge into my chest over and over again in my visions.

“M-Michael,” I said, taking another step back, “what are you doing? W-Why do you have that knife?”

Michael slowly took another step toward me. I could see the droplets of rain sliding down the blade of the golden knife in Michael’s hand and the droplets falling off of the sharp, curved tip.

“M-Michael?” I repeated as he continued to approach. My eyes searched wildly for a way to escape, but there was no way around him — not without being able to see more than a few feet in front of me. I didn’t know if anyone else was with him, or what would happen to me if I ran into the mist blindly.

Michael sighed. He lifted the knife up and inspected it in the light, turning it this way and that. I could see how the golden blade glinted, how it sparkled from the rain falling on it. Everything from the wolf head on the handle to the way that the blade curved slightly was exactly the way it looked in my visions.

know,” Michael said, wiping the water off of

can both walk away from here. If you want me

the mist between us. I

coming, then we need to shift,”

as hard as I can, Moana,” she replied, sounding just as panicked as

“Keep trying!”

I felt my heart get caught in my throat. I took another step backwards, but when I glanced over my shoulder I could see the edge of the cliff now as

I wondered if I should just jump. Take my death into my own hands, and at least rob Michael of

baby,” Michael growled. “I have to kill you, just like I

of the orphanage because they were trying to save me; not because they were ashamed of me. They

you were just

why?” I asked. “Why is it so important to you to kill the Golden Wolf? You would have killed me as a baby to achieve your

“Why?!” I demanded. My voice screamed out

But he only laughed.

would never understand the implications behind the Golden Wolf’s existence. Besides… By you and your baby dying now, you’ll be saving generations of pain. The Golden Wolf will always be hunted, and the gene for it is in your blood. If I

before. My lip quivered as I spoke. “You’re disgusting and vile,” I growled, feeling myself gain strength and confidence. If I was going to die now, then I would

and took another step toward me. “You know nothing about peace,” he said,

hope that he would be close enough to hear me, and he would know that I needed him now. I continued

you,

I took one more step back and felt the unmistakable feeling of the rocks on the edge of the cliff crunching under