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.”

with a tone of understanding,

else from her family has died,” she said quietly. “I might not be related to her by blood but… every time I look at

my only blood family remaining. Didn’t that

over hearing this, listening to how I’d had to suffer growing up because Clarissa was made a priority. Did I resent her

now that I made the right choice,” she continued, looking back towards me. “It’s a relief to finally see

happy that

“What…?”

touched under my chin, lifting

aura of strength surrounding you, something that tells me you were more than capable of looking after yourself. It’s

threatening to fall, holding my face firm.

survive. Every single day

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

A danger to anyone who got

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 for many of the issues I’m still battling to this day. I have

she was about to cry herself. “But I can perhaps help you with what I can. Like for example, your ability… It’s important that you learn

that was just one problem of

part of me wanted to argue back, to point out that things couldn’t be fixed that easily by just helping one thing. But I knew this would be a very petty reaction, one stemming purely out of my exhaustion and from

things already done. There was no point blaming her for everything that

Two-Ch. # 42 wrong in my

I just sighed, forcing myself to

appreciate that,” I said

problem that was able to be helped … yet

how tired I was.

would be an understatement,” I replied.

in understanding. “I’ll prepare you a room. Tomorrow, I can help you with your ability and answer any more questions. you

the last thing we discussed

I found myself in a strange room, staring up at the ceiling as I

at me, most of which was hard to digest. A lot of revelations and discoveries. that I

me now…? Did I stay here with Myra and Clarissa, hiding myself away in the ruins of

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

and I couldn’t predict the future. For

thing I always did these days. The very thing that always made me long for

dreamt of Kieran.

into the

all the while I laid in bed,

groaned in

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

tossed onto my side, trying 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

fresh air would be

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

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

snores

of the noise and found Myra had fallen asleep there. With a book in

so young.

signs of pain she carried whilst awake. Just what did someone over a hundred years old even dream about anyway? So many things. must

on the sofa,

whispered.

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

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