~{PETER'S POV}~
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"PETER! HELP!! PETER WHERE ARE YOU?!!!"
Was that my father?
Calling out to me?
Me?
For help?
I quickly hurried in and left Nathaniel with the guards outside the hunting grounds as I rushed in.
For him to call for my help meant it was more than he could handle.
But again, he has never called for my help this way. I could feel the distress and pain and it made me terribly worried for him. I loved my father that much and wouldn't want anything happening to him for whatever reason.
I ran like my life depended on it with every wet leaf slapping against my face and body.
"FATHER!" I roared in fear and looked around but he didn't call out again.
I ran further inside while calling out his name but no response came until I finally heard him crying.
What?
My steps faltered as I came to the spot his horse stood and found him on the ground, with Ellen in his arms.
