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.”

it with a tone of understanding, more so like it was

family has died,” she said quietly. “I might not be related to her by blood but… every time I look at her… it’s like I can see my best friend still alive. I couldn’t just abandon her.”

my only blood family remaining. Didn’t that count for

how I’d had to suffer growing up because Clarissa was made a priority. Did I resent her for that? I wasn’t sure. If I did, then I knew it was incredibly selfish of me to think so. It wasn’t anyone’s fault, least

I made the right choice,” she continued, looking back

frowned. She was happy that she

“What…?”

my chin, lifting my

up to be so smart… so beautiful,” she said. “I can feel an aura of strength surrounding you, something that tells me you were more

threatening to fall, holding my face firm.

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

being poisoned… to have no control over my wolf. To not understand my ability, nor myself. To be unworthy of my mate. My life was a mess…

danger to anyone who got too close.

upbringing was incredibly challenging, one where I had to do terrible things… a basis for many of the issues I’m

I can. Like for example, your ability… It’s important

just one problem of many plaguing me.

be fixed that easily by just helping one thing. But I knew this would be a

couldn’t fix the things already done. There was no point blaming

wrong

so, I just sighed, forcing

I said quietly.

… yet what felt like a million others

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

be an understatement,” I

a room. Tomorrow, I can help you with your ability

the last thing we discussed that

strange room, staring up at the ceiling as I waited for sleep

so much information thrown at me, most of which was hard to digest. A lot of revelations and discoveries. that I couldn’t make up even if I tried. A

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

left him a note saying I would be home soon. There was no doubt in my mind that he had people out there trying to find me currently,

it was clear I couldn’t change the past … and I couldn’t predict the future. For now, I was here.

sleep, I dreamt of the same thing I always did these days. The

of Kieran.

very late into the night when I awoke.

house felt quiet, the window showing me just how dark it was outside. And, all the while I laid in bed, desperately

groaned in frustration. “Please… stop.”

weren’t as easy to deal with now I wasn’t at home. Normally, I could have had a glass of something to soothe me, but here…? Well, I doubted they had much luxury when it came to supplies. Myra was

proved too much. Between the dull pain from a headache and the wolf crying, it really did feel like it was

fresh air

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 due to being so far away from civilisation. Unlike Ashwood and the city I’d

as I made it back to the living room, my ears did pick up

snores coming

asleep there. With a book in hand, her body was curled up comfortably, looking as if she’d passed out even before turning

looked… so young.

Just what did someone over a hundred years old even dream about anyway? So many things. must have happened, so many different people met.

her body slightly on the sofa, I seemed

she whispered. 2

even after all this time. I could only

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