My Most Precious Human

Fighting helplessness

I sat on my bed and stared blankly at Patrick. I was scared and confused. Patrick's gaze was restless

and angry. I bet that he regretted leading the legions in this werewolf war. He would rather join the rest

of the Royal Army to fight degenerates and the one claiming to be the New King.

"Do you think that JD might be someone from my father's pack?" I asked after sucking a deep wave of

air into my lungs.

"We can't ignore that possibility," he sighed heavily, knowing that doing so would only make me hate

my heritage even more.

"But as far as I know, there is no one in the pack capable of doing such things." I knew little about the NôvelDrama.Org owns all content.

current situation inside the pack, but I knew my father, and he would never allow keeping someone this

strong within the pack, someone who could be a threat to his reign.

"Have you considered that it might be your father?" Patrick asked, hesitantly.

"Don't be ridiculous." I waved that idea away quickly. "JD's notes sounded like there was something

intimate between him and Elora. I think I'm about to throw up just trying to add my father to that

picture…"

Patrick shot me an awkward smile. "Yeah, I guess you are right. But putting intimacy aside, you have to

admit that he kind of fits…"

"Don't even go there, Patrick." I glared at him. "There is one more issue that doesn't fit: the

degenerates. How could a werewolf create an army of degenerates for himself?"

Patrick must have known this much better than I did. This type of army couldn't have been created by a

wolf.

"I know," he tossed, angrily. "There has to be a strong commoner biting people solely to create an

army. Then those bitten ones are locked away and rarely given blood to keep their bloodlust on a high

level until they are thrown to fight," he explained.

"That would make sense… But do you seriously think that the commoner, no matter how strong he is,

could challenge Sariel, a noble, pure-blooded vampire?" I smiled wryly, doubting that it could ever

happen.

Patrick exhaled, and shook his head. "No. There is no chance that JD is a commoner, but perhaps JD

has a commoner beside him, creating an army for him?" he suggested.

It was hopeless. Neither of us had a clue who JD might have been, but we knew that he could be

somewhere close.

"I got another note from him." I finally choked out and handed Patrick the piece of paper.

"Shit," he squeezed out, reading the note before he looked at me. "This guy sounds like he is obsessed

with you."

"No kidding," I chuckled ironically, "he sent me a black rose as well. I don't know what his game is, but

he freaks me out, big time."

Patrick stood up and placed his hand on my shoulder. "Don't worry, Lilith. The plan stays the same. I

will have someone watch over you. If we are lucky, we'll catch the one putting the notes. If we are less

lucky, we won't catch him, but we'll keep him away from you."

I nodded, forcing myself to smile and act as if his words helped me calm down, but that was just the

mask I put on. On the inside, I was hardly restraining myself from falling apart. I took another deep

breath, pretending that I was all right, and looked straight into his eyes.

"There is one more thing you need to know…" I swallowed. "JD obviously has a spy among the Moon

Hill Pack, but I don't think it was the spy who put those notes on my pillow."

"What do you mean?" Patrick leaned over me, processing my words.

"For some time now, my senses have become sharper, and I can differentiate things like scents and

auras," I explained nervously. "When I entered the room, I felt an almost overwhelming power. It was

something I hadn't felt from Draven or even Sariel… It was terrifying, and I doubt that a mere spy could

have an aura like that."

Patrick's gaze became darker. I knew that he realized that my situation was becoming more

complicated and dangerous. Nonetheless, he did everything he could, trying not to make me worry

even more.

"I will keep you safe, Lilith," he claimed, confidently.

"Seriously?" I snorted. "That sounds quite weird, considering we are leaving for war at dawn. Besides, I

can take care of myself. Just have someone keep their eyes open just in case this fucker shows up

right beside me."

I smirked, pretending that I was fine and confident, just like Patrick, who tried to hide his restlessness

behind a warm smile. We both needed those masks to stay glued to our faces. This was the only way

to keep our focus.

After Patrick left, I needed to find some distraction to survive the rest of the day. I turned on my laptop

and decided to do a little research, trying to find some psychopathic black sheep among one of the

noble vampire families. It was a long shot, but I thought that if I got lucky, we could get close to finding

JD's identity. I used the code that Kanan gave me and logged into the Grimoard family's online library.

It was like a huge digital archive with books, articles, and diaries about all of the noble and semi-noble

families in vampire society. I had no idea where to start, so I randomly picked one of the family names I

already knew. I chose the Adragnas, the family who hated the Calvets for ages, the family who had

connections to werewolf packs, and the family exterminated by Sariel… with my help.

If there was someone from the Adragna family who survived, he would surely hate Sariel's guts, but

Marques Henri Adragna had five sons, no daughters, and all of them were dead. His wife died nearly a

century ago, and it looked like there were no other living members of that family. I sighed, disappointed

after reaching a dead end, and decided to take a different approach. I focused on the initials… Could it

be that there was some JD among the nobles?

"D… Maybe it was someone from the Desai family?" I wondered.

The Desai family was supposed to be neutral, but I wasn't certain that there couldn't be another cocky

vampire like Aryan in that family. After another hour of reading meaningless information, I was getting

tired and annoyed. The only person who matched JD-initials was Jihan Desai, Count Faris Desai's

great grandfather, who died almost a thousand years ago!

I was frustrated and ready to log out of that damn library, forgetting I had ever wanted to do that

research, but then I saw a website tab with articles. I initially thought there would be newspaper

articles, but there were more like official announcements about the noble families. I decided to stick to

my previous assumption and typed "Adragna" into the search engine box.

I briefly went through some boring news until I finally found something interesting… It turned out that

Marques Henri Adragna used to have a younger sister named Isabel. Apparently, Isabel Adragna got

herself involved in a huge scandal. The announcement didn't clarify what it was, but it must have been

something serious since it caused her disinheritance. She got kicked out of the House of Adragna and

vanished afterwards. Although this piece of information didn't exactly bring me closer to finding JD's

identity, it certainly was something entertaining for a change. For a brief moment, I felt as if I was

reading a gossip column… for a very brief moment.

"That's it! Stop it, Lilith! You are only wasting your time!" I forced myself to turn off the laptop and go to

bed.

I hoped to find something I could hold on to. I hoped that with the information from the library, I could

get a grasp of who JD was. I wanted to feel less helpless, but my frustration only rose. Yet, my

research had one good side: it exhausted me enough to crawl to my bed and instantly fall asleep.

When I woke up at 4 AM, I was determined to crush my restlessness and concentrate on fighting with

the one who wanted to make my life a living hell, my father. I took a quick shower, shoved a sandwich

that Grandma Rose brought me, and went down to join my group

Three black vans were assigned to every group, and there were ten places in each. I had never seen

so many identical cars. They were parked on the grounds behind the mansion. There must have been

a hundred or more of them.

"Impressive, isn't it?" I heard a familiar voice chuckling right behind me.

I turned around and saw Ian. He was wearing military boots, khaki pants, and a jacket with a black T-

shirt underneath. He grinned brightly once I turned around.

"You're coming too?" I asked, smiling back at him.

"Yup. I will be your driver, as always," he snorted and opened the car door, gesturing at me to enter.

I nodded and jumped in, and others from my group followed me. I had to admit that Ian's welcoming

expression put me in a good mood… for a few seconds. Once I sat down on the seat in the front row,

Jetta walked into the vehicle, giving me a scoffing glare. She made my blood boil in an instant. As she

took the seat behind me, she deliberately kicked my seat backrest. I turned around, barely restraining

myself from exploding.

"Oops!" She nonchalantly covered her mouth while blinking her eyes. "My bad." She shot a cheap

theatrical smile.

I could hear half of the van filling with gasps and soft muttering. I took a deep breath.

"How's your jaw, Jetta? Does it still hurt?" I grinned cunningly.

She cleared her throat. "A little…"

"Good. Let me know if you want to feel that pain again. I can help you with that," I said coldly, and

turned around, just to meet Draven's gaze.

He was standing at the van's door, raising his brows at me. I narrowed my eyes, giving him a warning

not to interfere. He didn't say a word, he only looked into my eyes and chuckled. Then he shut the door

and went to sit in the front passenger's seat. I was quite satisfied with his reaction, and judging by the

soft laughs that spread across the van, I could see that I wasn't the only one not too fond of Jetta.

I smirked and thought, "Maybe being in this group won't be that bad after all…"