A Gift from the Goddess

Chapter 90

Chapter Ninety 

The pack vault. 

Reserved for only fully sworn–in ranked members and Elders. It was a place where the Winter Mist‘s most valuable possessions and secrets were kept, passed down through all the generations. 

It was my first time coming down here in this life and, out of all the people, I never expected to be accompanied by Brayden; someone who was neither a full ranked member nor someone I particularly liked. I knew he would take this experience to engorge his ego but there didn‘t seem to be much choice. I refused to spend my time doing nothing when there was so much going on. Thea or not, I would still make myself useful somehow. 

The vault was huge and packed from top to bottom with everything one could imagine; books, important documents, items, weapons, heirlooms. A collection more diverse than probably all other packs in the country. Now, considering what I knew about the lineages, I wondered if perhaps our ancient origins were to be thanked for that. 

But, more so than what we could visually see, I couldn‘t discount the smell of the old literature surrounding me. A scent that I was so familiar with and took immense comfort in. If I closed my eyes, I could even recall some of my fondest memories spent in libraries; once somewhere I took sanctuary in. 

“So, this is the pack vault,” Brayden said next to me as we entered through the large metal door. 

The undertone of excitement in his voice was impossible to miss but I brushed it off, doing my best to ignore him. Or at least I tried to. 

He walked directly ahead of me towards a cabinet of artifacts and was about to reach out and grab one when 

“Don‘t touch anything,” | snapped, his hand pausing only inches away from a chalice. “I have no choice but to let you in here but you‘re sorely mistaken if you think this is some sort of reward. You‘ve been tasked with keeping an eye on me. I don‘t see where in that order it says you can take a private tour of the vault. I o me, that would be considered doing the opposite of what you were instructed to do.” 

Brayden‘s jaw tightened in disapproval but he dropped his hand nevertheless. For a Gamma heir, he sure didn‘t show much promise in the ways of using his head or following directions correctly. Perhaps his position was something I would need to reconsider in the future. 

“This way,” I said, and started walking towards the back of the room. 

Thadn‘t explored everything in here but I did have a basic understanding. I knew it was sorted by age and then into each individual category within that e.g. books, artifacts etc. In the past, I‘d only stuck to modern history, focusing on war and politics, so it was my first time seeing the very back. 

And it did not disappoint. 

A sharp inhale of surprise passed my lips as I saw what was waiting for us. The books were as beautiful a s they were old, someone obviously taking the time to embellish the covers long ago. By all accounts, they were stunning 

“I‘m going to start reading through these. There is an armchair in the corner if you want to get comfortable,” I said to Brayden and sat myself down at a nearby table. 

And so it began. Reading carefully through the books around me. They were far too fragile, and the majority written in the old language I could only vaguely understand, but I persevered regardless. If 

anything seemed remotely useful then I knew I could always ask Elder Luke to translate it correctly for m e later. 

But with the success rate I was having, that seemed like a small chance anyway. 

After an hour of reading, I was yet to find anything with even the tiniest mention of Thea, the lineages or even just Selene in general. Everything I‘d found was mostly historical and spoke about the pack affairs at the time of writing, or just the pack itself. 

And Brayden wasn‘t making the process any easier. 

He sat in the corner, staring daggers at me the entire time. Presumably making a point at how miserable h e was and attempting to make me as uncomfortable as possible. 

Admittedly, it was working. 

“Okay, fine!” I finally burst out, frustrated from both the lack of results and his behaviour. “You win. I can‘t focus with you acting like a bored toddler.” 

still hesitant, waiting for me to give him verbal permission. “...What do you mean?”

off,” I said, defeated. “But I‘m

told twice, suddenly a new spring in his step as he basically skipped down the aisle and out of sight

at that. Very

out that being left alone didn‘t prove to be that much different in the end. I still

overly important, I did find it interesting to learn that the Knight family, Cai‘s ancestors, were once a part of the Winter Mist. In fact, it looked as though the two territories used to be combined but broke off somewhere down the line. The ‘silver lake‘, which eventually became the pack‘s namesake, used to be connected to the same river system that flowed through the Winter Mist. Would they then be the Silver River pack if

that was nagging in my head, as though I should be remembering something I couldn‘t. What

then said nearby, returning already from his short expedition.

to remember the thing I was close to forgetting. I

again, more urgently this time.

snapped and looked

she was.

Thea. 

In the flesh. 

was being held against Brayden‘s neck, keeping him

stopped. Of all the moments she could have chosen to appear, now

at sword point, myself in handcuffs, and all of us so far underground inside

real question was how she managed t o get inside the most secure location of the entire pack without anyone even seeing her... and why she was choosing

sweet voice sending dread

learned, she would always bet everything on me acting emotionally without much thought; something that her influence moulded me to

asked and slowly started to stand up

she warned, pressing the blade deeper

little one caught me in the act. Told me you were still wearing your new accessory. Of course, I couldn‘t resist corning over to

was still wearing the handcuffs? So she didn‘t already know? That was

I asked, keeping

up and down, “This right here is an instrument of my most recent troubles. The weapon forged by my daughter in the Silver

Silver River? 

Argyros River from the origin lore Selene showed me, translated to ‘Silver‘ in the modern tongue of today. The river that used to connect the Silver Lake and the Winter Mist was the very one that had

what made the sword so special that

that without thinking too hard. And I didn‘t like what it meant for me.

tug on the handcuffs, knowing that getting them off was possibly my only chance at survival. But freeing

it is to get into this shithole vault,” she continued. “Breaking in is hopeless… and yet I hear there are merely ten people

I had just opened the door for her.

you took

spot for you, I guess you could say. We‘re not so different when you really think about it. Both

“*You* ruined my life,” I argued. “You ruined *both* my lives. And now you‘ve manipulated and turned me into ... into whatever this* is. You took away those I loved and made

those I still had.”

finally had full control. I I was extremely entertaining to see. I knew Selene was marking those selected from the original lineages but I never realised that they had been reborn by her own making. I wonder how many times I‘ve

Chapter Ninety 

everything; not at the beginning anyway... and apparently not everything of late either. It meant there were limits to what she could do.

me instead of Aleric? Because of the

you. You were the bigger threat out of the two. Of course, I didn‘t expect you to let me in so easily. It took a lot of work to break you down to pieces... but when you

not

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