A Gift from the Goddess

Chapter 151

Book Two – Ch.# 42

“You know me?” I asked, surprised.

She’d somehow known my name and implied we’d met already once before. Had we been childhood friends maybe? But that would have been back when I was five years old, her maybe even younger than me. That would be such a long time ago to recall.

Despite this though… I had a nagging in my head as if I’d heard her name recently. Somewhere I couldn’t quite place… At Ashwood perhaps? No… that didn’t seem right.

Unfortunately, I wasn’t able to think on it for long though.

At my question, Clarissa instantly looked even less enthused, her eyes narrowing slightly.

“…What kind of dumb question is that?” she replied curtly.

“Clarissa!” Myra snapped. “Where are your manners? Apologise. Right now.”

“But, Myra…,” she whined. “It’s not-.”

However, Clarissa wasn’t able to finish her sentence, another coughing fit wracking through her chest.

“…Stupid girl,” Myra sighed, walking over to her bedside.

She wrapped the tiny girl back in her blanket and forced her to lie down once more.

“Rest… you can talk later when you’re feeling stronger,” Myra said. “You won’t do yourself any favours by pushing yourself.”

“But I’m not feeling that b-.”

Assumedly, the new fit of coughing contradicted whatever she was about to say.

“Rest,” Myra ordered.

And all I could hear was mumbling complaints from the bedsheets as I was ushered back outside the room.

“Sorry about her. She can be a bit… blunt sometimes. Thinks she always knows better than everyone else.”

“It’s fine. No offence taken,” I said, waving off the apology. “I am curious though… would it be okay to tell me what’s wrong with her?”

Myra’s face then grew serious, her eyes casting down.

“I wish I knew…,” she said slowly. “She’s been prone to sickness ever since I found her. Over the years it got progressively worse, though it was still manageable. But then, one day, it was as if she suddenly couldn’t get out of bed at all anymore. Like a switch overnight. She was still mostly okay one day… and then the next she became what you see now. The poor thing….”

Since Myra found her…? So, that meant…..

“You couldn’t keep looking for me all those years ago… because you had to take care of Clarissa,” I stated, putting the pieces together.

Myra became quiet and, after a moment had passed, reluctantly nodded her head.

“…You had to choose between us.”

“I couldn’t drag a four year old around, especially whilst we were being hunted,” she explained. “And Clarissa isn’t like you… her appearance wouldn’t pass as normal as I knew yours would be able to. Then adding into the mix that she was sick as well….? It meant I would be endangering her life for the small chance that I would be able to find you. A chance that felt slimmer than finding a needle in a haystack.”

“…Clarissa needed you more.”

of understanding, more so like it was an irrefutable fact.

might not be related to her by blood but…

as well, my only blood family remaining. Didn’t that

to suffer growing up because Clarissa was made a priority. Did I resent her for that? I wasn’t sure. If

made the right choice,” she continued, looking back towards me. “It’s

that she chose her

“What…?”

touched under my

can feel an aura of strength surrounding you, something that tells me you were

back at the tears threatening to fall,

to become strong. I’d had to in order to survive. Every single day

have no control over my wolf. To not understand my ability, nor myself. To be unworthy of my mate. My life

was a mess. A danger to anyone who got too close.

my voice steady. “I wouldn’t praise me for anything. My upbringing was incredibly challenging, one where I had to do terrible things… a basis

you with what I can. Like for example, your ability… It’s important that you learn how to keep that in check. Firing it off without realising can be dangerous,

problem of many plaguing me.

one thing. But I knew this

said, she couldn’t fix the things already done. There was no point

# 42 wrong in my

I just sighed, forcing myself to relax.

that,” I said quietly.

be helped … yet what felt like a million others still waiting for me.

should rest,” Myra said, clearly picking up on just how tired

an understatement,”

I can help you with your ability and answer any more questions.

the last thing we

at the ceiling as I waited

to digest. A lot of revelations and discoveries. that I couldn’t make up even if I tried. A part of me still wasn’t sure if

I stay here with Myra and Clarissa, hiding myself away in the ruins of

a note saying I would be home soon. There was no doubt in my mind that he

I couldn’t predict the future.

same thing I always did these days. The very thing that always made me long for something I couldn’t have.

dreamt of Kieran.

was very late into the night when

dark it was outside. And, all the while I laid in bed, desperately trying to fall back to sleep, the feeling of my wolf whimpering inside was becoming unbearable.

in frustration.

Normally, I could have had a glass of something to soothe me, but here…? Well, I doubted they had much luxury when

to drown it out. But, in the end, it proved too much. Between the dull pain from a headache and the wolf crying, it really did feel like it was impossible to

air

bed and slowly made my way out of the room, heading back to where I remembered the front door. As I walked, I noticed how there was something about being here that seemed so eerie. Like an unnatural silence about it. Though I suppose that was

to the living room, my ears

of quiet snores coming from the sofa.

the noise and found Myra had fallen asleep there. With a book in hand, her body

so

as she slept, a peacefulness about her that erased the signs of pain she carried whilst awake. Just what did someone over a hundred years old even dream about anyway? So

body slightly on the sofa, I seemed

she whispered. 2

been incredibly important to her, able to still consume her thoughts even after all this time. I could only hope to be

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