A Gift from the Goddess

Chapter 5

Chapter Five

The cells were cold, damp and dingy, with little amenities. Only a bed, toilet and basin were given to me, a single blanket being the only thing to warm myself. There was minimal space, each cell having three stone walls and bars along the wall where the door was.

 

Seven days had now passed and so today, finally, I was set to stand trial before the pack for my alleged murder. I knew the evidence was stacked against me. In fact, it would be almost impossible for me to win this. The only hope I had left was that Sophie was still alive. If she could testify saying she had witnessed firsthand how I’d been inside my chambers all week, therefore making it impossible to have poisoned Thea, then they would be forced to open the floor to the possibility I was not the culprit.

 

“Get up,” a guard gruffly ordered from outside my cell.

 

I recognised him. His name was James and I had visited his family on multiple occasions on behalf of the ranked members over the years.

 

Shakily, I stood up per his request, having not eaten properly the whole week from stress, and made my way to the side.

 

James came in and pushed me up against the stone wall, forcing me to wince from the pain. But I knew the bruises would just blend in with the others I’d received already. Due to anxiety and lack of food, my injuries were not healing as quickly as a werewolf normally would.

 

“Will Sophie be at the trial?” I asked once he had shoved me out of the cell.

 

He didn’t reply, instead choosing to remain completely silent as he continued to push me towards the exit. I couldn’t tell if he had been instructed not to talk to me, or if he just genuinely hated me now.

 

We were walking past the other cells and, as we did so, my eyes checked each one through the bars, desperately searching for Sophie. I needed her to be there. I needed her to prove me innocent.

 

However, once we passed the fifth cell, my eyes glanced across a man with familiar silver hair.

 

“Father!” I cried out, struggling to move towards him against the strength of James.

 

“Aria?!” he gasped. “What are you doing down here?”

 

shove me towards the door and I realised that I was not going to be able

 

I begged, turning as best I could to face him. “If I die today then please let me talk to my father one last time. I know you may not believe me but I

 

was stern, trying to be unreadable, but I could see the uneasiness in

 

at your wedding… I was with your mate when she gave birth to your child! Please just grant me five minutes to say goodbye. Please.” Tears began to well up in my eyes. “Please… Please… Please just give me

 

me a stiff nod in agreement. I sighed

 

for me at the bars, his expression holding a mixture of horror

 

to him. “I wanted to, really I did, but I knew it would be impossible with the security measures in

 

wasn’t anything you could do,” he soothed. “I’m grateful you didn’t try to rescue me. I accepted the consequences and knew what I was doing. But

 

at

 

I poisoned her with some sort of herb to

 

Thea lost the child? But that’s

 

fingers to the scorned mate of the Alpha. They searched my room too. They apparently found the herb in question under my bed, even

 

girl… I’m so sorry.” His eyes were watering at the sight of my tears. I’d never seen him show so much emotion before, so much sadness. Even when mother had died,

 

sorry I was such a disappointment to you, to our family,” I cried, looking up to

 

had brought shame to our

 

His voice was so gentle, so quiet, yet filled

 

“But you’ve always looked at me as such. When my infertility was announced, I saw how you were. You looked as

 

bad luck. I was disappointed in how a deity so great had chosen you for one of our highest ranks, only to let you

 

face heavily. My father, the Beta of the country’s largest pack, so strong and powerful, was crying to me, apologising to me about how he didn’t commit treason sooner by helping

 

the cold metal bars to be closer to him. As best as he could, though awkward given the bars between us, he then tried to wrap his arms around me and pressed his forehead against mine. It was a

 

minute passed, James then cleared his throat behind us. “It’s time to go,”

 

must have been a strange or maybe even difficult sight for him to watch. Not too long ago, he had served under both of us, looked up to us. Yet here we were, sobbing together between

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