Novel Name : A Gift from the Goddess

Chapter 148

Chapter 148Book Two – Ch.# 39
This was the riskiest venture I’d done since returning from Ashwood.
Not only was I now leaving the protection of my father’s reach, but I was willingly jumping down a rabbit
hole that could potentially bring more problems in its wake. Opening myself up to secrets I might
eventually regret uncovering.
But I couldn’t go on like this anymore.
To continue as I was would only lead to destroying myself or others, possibly bringing more harm than I
knew how to fix. *If it was even fixable. I could only hope that Zac would recover and stop treating me
like… whatever that was.
However, it was clear that there were things at work behind the scenes that weren’t immediately
obvious. Things that might come back to bite me whether I liked it or not.
And so I had to start with what information I did have.
… Information that led me to staring at an old iron woven gate, a chilling familiarity about it.
Because it was this very gate that belonged to the place I’d called home for some time.
The orphanage I’d been adopted from.
I took a moment to calm my nerves, contemplating whether this was really a good idea. But the drive
here had already taken several hours to arrive, it now being morning already, and it was time that I’d
spent mulling over this very dilemma.
And, ultimately, I went through with what I came here to do.….I entered through the gate.
The orphanage looked to still be in business, several children running around in the distance on a
grassy green field. From the path, I could hear their laughter, hear how they were all enjoying
themselves. A vastly different experience than what I could remember of my own. time here.
“Can I help you?”
I was greeted inside by an older lady attending the counter. She looked vaguely familiar, assumedly
someone who had been here during my residency. I hoped that was a good thing.
Upon walking in, her eyes immediately scrutinised me.
“Hi… yes,” I said, approaching. “I’m sorry to bother you, but I was just looking to get some information. I
ah… I used to live here and was hoping that you might have my old records still available. My name
is-.”
“Rheyna,” she finished, her face lightening in recognition.
“You remember me?” I asked, a little shocked.
It’d been sixteen years since my adoption.
She had to have seen thousands of children come through these doors since then.
“Yes…,” she said slowly. “It’s not often kids leave such an… impact… as you did.
Your time here was as memorable as your distinctive appearance. It’s hard to forget golden eyes such
as yours.”
“Ah…,” was all I could say.I was sure the memorable impact was referring to the incident I’d caused. Hospitalising children was
sure to traumatise a person.
“I’m happy to see you’ve grown up well despite having a difficult time here,” she said, a small smile on
her lips. “A successful adoption is all I can really hope for the kids here. To this day, it still breaks my
heart whenever I see any return. Failed adoptions happen only too often. Though….”
She then paused to look at me closer, confusion showing on her face. “I am a little surprised to see you
back here. Mr Reid paid a significant donation to our facility upon your adoption. It was clear that the
lifestyle and devotion he could provide for you was a head above the rest for candidacy. I would have
thought that you’d have all but forgotten about your time here.”
Something about what she’d said struck me as odd and, as I took a moment to think about it more, I
realised what it was.
… ‘Head above the rest for candidacy.’
As in, there was more than one candidate asking to adopt me.
In a place where children were lucky to have even one person express interest, this seemed very odd
to me. Especially considering the behavioural record I must have had here.
“My father provided me with a… fulfilling life,” I said carefully. “To this day, I continue to work for the
family business with him closely.”
“I’m happy to hear that.”
“But… I naturally have questions about my past,” I continued. “If possible, I was hoping to look at my
records. Perhaps anything to do with my adoption or… how I came to be here.”
She looked serious as she listened to my request, the lines on her face creasing.“…You are of age now,” she said slowly. This request is within your rights. Please wait for a moment as
I find them.”
And with that, she disappeared through a back office door where she remained for some time. I paced
in the lobby as she searched for the records, doing my best to remain as patient as possible despite
the loud thumping in my chest.
I’d stopped caring for my birth family once I’d been adopted. I never so much as had an itch to go
looking for them. To me, only my father had mattered. The one who had lifted me out of this place and
given me shelter. Given me a life and purpose, someone to nurture the issues I’d presented with as a
child rather than fear me for it.
Now I knew that some things couldn’t be ignored for long. That I couldn’t change my blood, change
who and what I was. Ashwood had made that perfectly clear.
“I should start off by apologising to you first,” said the lady, entering the room once more. “From the
very beginning, your time here was filled with difficulties outside your control. I can see you’ve grown
into a well-adjusted, beautiful young lady, and I tell you these things now not to upset you, but to
provide you with some understanding.”
I walked back over to the desk and saw she’d retrieved my records. Only, in the place where my name
should have been, it looked like someone had gone over it with a black marker to censor it. Almost as if
someone was removing my identity from it. Perhaps just another way my father hid my existence.
“Please tell me,” I said, tearing my eyes away from the folder.
She took a deep breath in, her expression becoming solemn.
“From the very beginning, you were treated… different,” she started. “It was something I was aware of
but not in its entirety. I now know that the extent of that treatment went beyond the norm… and I needto sincerely apologise for my lack of vigilance. I should have tried to protect you better.”
I frowned. “You mean the bullying from
the older children?”
She paused before shaking her head. “…]
wish it had just been from the children. After your adoption, I started to hear whispers of how happy the
staff were to see you gone. I was appalled. Especially since the horrific incident that day could have
cost us significantly in potentially losing Mr Reid’s donation, something we were in dire need of.
Immediately, I began looking into it and realised that I’d missed all the signs. It became obvious that
most of the bullying was being orchestrated by the staff, urging the children to be cautious of you. All
because
She paused, looking unsure how to proceed.
“I won’t hold any resentment towards you,” I said, trying to encourage her to continue. “I can’t change
the past now. All I’m looking for is the honest truth. No matter how difficult that might be.”
Slowly, she nodded her head in understanding.
“…It was because of the circumstances surrounding your arrival,” she finished.
“How I came to be here?”
“Yes…,” she said. “The staff were… spooked, I suppose. You were found by a truck driver on the side
of the road, miles away from here. Nothing in sight for as far as the eye could see. Just an area
completely overrun with deserted woods. You were brought to us covered in blood… and wouldn’t
speak a word.”I looked down at my hands and, for a split second, thought I could remember a flash of the memory.
The feeling of being numb and afraid.
“You didn’t speak a word for two whole months, no matter how hard the police and I tried to find out
where you came from or what happened,” she continued. ” You’d just… stare at us with those intense
eyes of yours silently. An air about you that unnerved many with uncertainty, wondering what your true
origins may be. It wasn’t until we found you playing with a large dog one day that you did eventually
speak.”
…A large dog?
“…You spoke… and told us your name, she said. “But it was unfortunately too late to stop the rumours
and superstitions from the staff at this point. I found out later that this bias would go on to create the
foundation of your mistreatment. I wish I’d known back then how bad it really was. Maybe then I could
have stopped… no, maybe I could have helped you feel more accepted, having no need to lash out as
you did.”
I swallowed back the discomfort from her words and tried to focus on what I’d come here to do. But it
was difficult not to realise what she was saying. I’d been so worried that the incident was going to make
getting answers problematic but, instead, she was the one apologising to
…She was saying that it hadn’t been my fault.
“Did you… Did you ever find out anything about my birth family?” I asked, clearing my throat.
But she shook her head. “No… nothing officially.”
Though I found that a strange way to phrase it.
…What about… unofficially?”And she immediately hesitated, confirming my hunch.
“We normally can’t disclose information relating to other parties…,” she said slowly, placing a hand on
my file. ” However, I feel as though your time here was filled with… special circumstances.”
And I watched as she then opened my folder up and began rifling through the papers inside.
“There was one other person bidding to adopt you,” she said as she looked through it. “They… claimed
to be related to you.”
My breathing stopped at hearing that.
“She seemed like a sweet girl, albeit looked very young, however we unfortunately couldn’t verify her,”
she said. “She had no papers or identifying documents. Nothing to prove her relationship to you.
Unfortunately, we couldn’t hand you over and she was subjected to the normal channels of the
adoption process. Of which, she failed in almost every aspect. She couldn’t even hand us a driver’s
license.”
…She was a werewolf. She had to be.
Kieran had mentioned that Ashwood had only opened up trade with humans in recent times. Before
this, they had kept completely to themselves. So, of course she had no paperwork… their entire lives
were separate and secretive.
But it still left one very important question;
…Who was she?
The same person who was helping my father? But if that was the case, why hide her existence from
me? She was clearly trying hard to adopt me. Seems like a lot of effort for someone to go throughbefore erasing themself from my life entirely.
Perhaps there were more people involved in this than I realised.
“…Did they leave any contact details? A name?” I asked. “A phone number?”
That seemed like wishful thinking considering it was a punishable offence to use a cellular device, but I
had to try.
“No… it was too long ago for me to recall her name. She also didn’t have a phone.
Yet another of her oddities,” she said.
And my heart sank. I knew it had been too much to hope for.
“That being said…,” she continued, and my eyes immediately snapped back up to look at her. “…She
did leave an address. If that’s what you can call it. It was the only bit of information she filled in on her
application.”
“…Where is it?”
“I don’t think it’ll help much,” she said. ” There’s no specific street name provided. Just the name of a
place I’ve never heard of before.”
“Where?” I pushed anxiously.
And she proceeded to turn the folder around for me to look at the form in question.
Just three words printed there that I wasn’t expecting to see, knowing immediately what it meant.
“…”The Silver Mist’,” she read.And, instantly, I felt myself freeze up.
The Council of the Silver Mist, created by the forming of two packs: The Winter
Mist and The Silver Lake.
The place of my birth family’s pack. A pack said to all be dead now after losing the war with Ashwood.
It was information that therefore meant one very crucial thing…. 1
Either, someone had left this here as a trap to one day bait me into showing myself or….
… Or I might not be the only survivor. 3

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