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“Why does it matter? If you’re tired of driving me, say so. I can easily find my way from here.” I snapped.
“I never said I was tired,” he answered, then he sighed. “You have become difficult.” I ignored him. What was I even supposed to say to that?
I wasn’t difficult. I was just having a hard time holding a conversation with him when he reminded me too much of that I’d lost. Sometimes I wanted to be grateful for all he did to help me these days but most times I reminded myself that he was only trying to clear his conscience.
“Maybe I have always been difficult but you never noticed because you only wanted to see me as an unfaithful mate.” I rolled my eyes, looking out the window.
“No, you are being difficult to hurt me like I hurt you. Is that it?” Was this payback?
“You don’t like people arguing with you so I’m just going to keep my mouth shut.” I leaned back into my seat and blocked off his words.
He said something but I didn’t hear him because I wasn’t listening. I’d been pulled back into my mind, sifting through all that had happened within the last week. I imagined how things would have been but I soon got tired and slept off while he drove.
He tapped me awake while I slept. The minute I opened my eyes, a violent fear seized me. My seatbelt wasn’t on me and for a second, I felt myself falling out of the car as it flipped. My mouth opened in a scream that lodged in my throat.
“You are fine. I am here.” I felt a hand brushing my hair and another rubbing my th!ghs.
“Why did you take off my seatbelt!” I choked out when I came back to the present.
“We’ve arrived.” I looked around and noticed we’d parked.
I got out of the car and closed the door behind me with hands that quivered.
“Doctor Conrad recommended a therapist. We should see him tomorrow.” I paid him no mind as I matched into the goddess’ shrine.
There were a few people around but I walked past them and into the oracle’s inner room. I met her sitting stiff as a board behind a desk, her eyes closed. Once I walked in, she opened them and her white eyes pierced me, seeming to see into my soul.
“Aysel. The goddess will speak to you directly today.”
Preparing to hear from the goddess was a lot of work. It intrigued me at first but after three hours of cleaning and meditation, I soon lost my intrigue. I had to be ‘clean’ both in my mind and body hence the washing and meditation. I had to empty my mind of everything that disturbed me, which was easier said than done.
Everyone in the room excused me so I sat alone in the room, trying to clear my mind enough to accommodate the divine words of a goddess.
“Aysel.” I heard the voice. It was more intimate than my wolf’s and at first, I assumed I was conjuring it but it called again. “Aysel, my child.” I was so startled that I opened my eyes. “My child, it has been tough, hasn’t it?”
“Is it is it really the goddess?” I could have hallucinated her.
I felt as if she wasn’t really there because when I looked around, I saw nobody. Her voice was too calm, too human. It sounded intimate, like the voice of a mother, rather than a divine being. Yet, I felt the presence of something ethereal in the room. The curtains in the air-conditioned room billowed softly as if there was wind in the room.
“I have watched you grow from the minute I placed you in Miriam’s womb,” the soft voice whispered to me. Goosebumps rose on my skin as I felt a cool breeze on the nape of my neck.
“You knew my mother?” I asked, surprised but not completely.
My mother taught me that the goddess knew us all. She knew us by name, appearance and everything else. She was the only one who knew the exact minute we’d been conceived and she watched us grow in the bellies of the people she chose to carry us.
“Of course, I knew Miriam. She was a dedicated servant of mine.” The goddess’ soft voice calmed as she seemed to reminisce. “She was to be my oracle until she fell in love with your father and her priorities changed. Nevertheless, she never failed to serve me the way she could,” her voice whispered in my mind. It wrapped around me and embraced me. The softness of the voice, the warmth and tenderness made me feel comfortable, safe even.
“She served you faithfully yet you let her die like a chicken. You let your loyal servant die a dishonorable death?” I looked down at my hands because they were shaking.
“How well did you know your mother?” The goddess asked, her voice carrying a tinge of humor.
“I was eight when she died. I cannot even remember her face anymore.”
“Let me tell you about her.” The voice seemed to drift far away and before I knew it, all the joints in my body stiffened and I was transported to a world that wasn’t mine. My soul seemed to leave my body, landing at a scene where a woman was kneeling.
The minute I saw her, I recognized her as my mother; the woman whose face I had forgotten. Once I saw her, it felt as if I had never actually forgotten her, as if her face had been stamped into my memory from the day I was born.
“I cannot be your sacred oracle. I am sorry my goddess, but I failed your test. I love someone else more than I love you. I thought I could resist something as strong as the mate bond to prove my loyalty but I failed.” She shivered where she knelt.
“You have seen what will be in his future yet you choose to be with him?” The voice that replied my mother was the same one that had wrapped around me a few minutes ago.
“Yes. He has damnation in his future but my wolf yearns for him. I am sorry,” my mother said, bowing further in what I assumed to be shame.
My mother loved my father. She loved him so much that even when he hurt her, she smiled like he embraced her. Her love for him was strong but I didn’t think that she would have chosen to love him if she knew he would bring about her damnation. Apparently, I was wrong.
My parents loved each other. My mother was a quiet woman and although my father was abrasive and short-tempered, he always treated my mother well from what I remembered. There were only a few squabbles in my house and they started when my father started plotting to steal the Alpha position.
I remembered my mother supported him and followed the path he chose for our family with humility. Sometimes she tried pointing out the errors in his plans but he always shunned her. She never advised him to give up his dreams of ruling Redville even though she knew it would end in disaster.
“You will never speak of your vision to anyone,” the goddess said and my mother nodded. “If you try to alter the future you have seen, I will strike you deaf and visit your family with a plague worse than death.” My mother nodded again. She raised her head and I saw tears glisten in her eyes.
My heart hurt just from seeing the tears gathered in her eyes. She had known all along but she didn’t even have the room to do anything. I couldn’t imagine how much it would have tortured her to know she was heading in the way of damnation without any power to stop it. She knew she wouldn’t last long if she chose my father but she still chose him. She chose him and she died with him when she could have lived a sacred life as an oracle.
“You will not be the first to chose a mate bond over the position of an oracle.” The goddess’ soft voice came with a tinge of resignation. “I am disappointed but also not surprised. You have served me faithfully, Miriam, but now you must serve your mate.” With that, I felt something like a hook in my abdomen and it wrenched me back into my body.
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