A Gift from the Goddess novel Chapter 114

Darkness… Darkness, a damp surface and an overwhelming metallic taste greeted me.

I knew what it was before I even opened my eyes, my last memories immediately reminding me to what had happened. Or, at least, what had happened before I’d lost consciousness.

Shaking, I pulled my exhausted body upright to see the damage for myself.

…To see the massacre.

And it was a sight that made me want to throw up.

Bodies laid everywhere around me. Throats torn, claw and bite marks riddling their skin.

No one had survived.

No one had survived *me*.

I’d let it happen again, too weak to stop it. If I’d just regained control sooner, I could have gotten back up to my feet and finished them off, completing the mission per my instructions. But… no, I was a failure. A disappointment.

A monster.

The first time something like this had occurred was about four years ago, after my eighteenth birthday. I’d been in a training session with my former tutor, practising during an intense fighting session, when I suddenly felt the sickening change within. ‘Former’ tutor being the key word. They hadn’t survived.

Ever since then, it had felt like a constant battle inside myself. Pushing down the creature lurking below the surface, hoping more than anything that I didn’t lose control again. Because whilst I was used to death in my line of work, the sheer destructive energy of the wolf beast was so unhinged that it was too unpredictable to be of any benefit. It was something I had no power over.

That… and I was worried about what would happen if anyone ever found out the truth. Saw what I truly was.

And a shudder went down my spine at that very thought.

However, right now, I needed to concentrate on damage control. I couldn’t bring Miles back to life and I knew that I would need to face the punishment of that failure - face *his* punishment. But for now… for now I needed to clean up.

And there was only one person to call for that.

Crawling along the ground, I began searching for the burner phone I’d concealed on my person earlier. I knew it would most likely be wherever my clothes had been torn to shreds but prayed it hadn’t been broken during the lapse. Thankfully, I managed to find it after some unpleasant digging.

“Hello?” sung an overly positive voice on the other side, picking up after only two rings.

I winced at their greeting, finding it so out of place given the grim scene surrounding me.

“Zac,” I replied. My voice was completely serious, hoping he’d pick up on the less than subtle hint.

“Rae? Is that you, girl?”

Sigh.

“Yes. I’ve got a level five situation at the construction site on Smith Street. Immediate assistance is required.”

“W-wait, what? A level fi—.”

“Yes. See you soon.”

And I instantly hung up the phone, slumping myself back against a pile of building materials, too exhausted to do anything else.

For now, I would need to wait.

And wait I did for the next thirty minutes before a van finally pulled up on the scene, a lanky young man with blonde hair getting out from the driver’s seat to assess his surroundings.

Though after taking only one look at the mess around me, his face instantly paled.

“Oh, God, Rae… Gross,” he started. “You weren’t kidding about the level five. It’s been a while since you’ve left such a gory scene behind and I can’t say I’ve missed it.”

He walked behind to the boot of his van and opened it up to retrieve what he needed. The first item being gloves which he promptly equipped. Zac was a professional, after all.

He originally had been working for his parent’s cleaning company for a few years, one that specialised in crime scenes, and naturally we’d crossed paths with one another given my line of work. Before long, he was operating closely with our own company, treating us with a customer priority regardless of the time of day or how bad the mess was – no questions asked, of course. My boss took a shine to him and he was eventually brought in full time as one of our own employees.