A Gift from the Goddess novel Chapter 139

Over two weeks had gone by since I first came to the Ashwood pack.

And things were going… pretty good, to be honest.

There hadn’t been any major incidents since my arrival and, though there were certainly still a lot of adjustments yet to be made, I was settling in quite nicely. I was learning more every day and even had a routine now. Sort of.

Most of my mornings were spent reading or exploring; though the latter entailed an escort after what happened in the town square. I’d also found a library inside the packhouse that helped educate me a little more, albeit there were still a lot of gaps in my knowledge. But I was getting better. Slowly. And I was getting healthier too. In fact, I couldn’t even remember the last time I’d felt a wave of real nausea. My head was finally starting to feel… clear.

And as for Kieran…? Well… things between us couldn’t be better. Every day we had grown closer, discovering new things about the other. And when we weren’t shacked up in bed, we were usually out sightseeing or training.

Which was where I was heading; a private one on one training with Kieran. The usual way I’d spent my afternoons over the course of my time here. It was the thing I usually most looked forward to, the exercise being both something I enjoyed as well as something familiar.

I grabbed my sports bag from the table, and with one final look around the room, I left to go meet up with him. We normally met at the place we trained, him coming directly from whatever Alpha heir work he needed to do in the morning.

However, as I began my commute through the packhouse, I was surprised by one of the faces I saw. Not that he wasn’t allowed here, just that… it wasn’t normal for him to frequent this place.

Nevertheless, I flashed him my best smile.

“Afternoon, Sterling,” I said without stopping.

It was intended to be just a quick greeting and nothing more, knowing I had somewhere to be.

After my last encounter with Kieran’s uncle, I’d come to learn that only the eldest of ranked members were given titles, thus Sterling had no actual authority. The move he’d pulled on me during my welcome dinner was apparently a power play in spite of that. Not that I let his pettiness get to me.

I continued to walk past him towards the front door… however, his words behind me then gave me pause.

No… they made me freeze.

“Where are you off to in such a rush, little bird?” he asked.

And my mind flashed to memories of my childhood; of during my early years with my father. He used to say similar things to me back then. His little bird… his raven.

I shook it off.

This analogy was to be expected when introducing myself with a name like ‘Raven’. I might not like it anymore, nor feel as though I wanted to be that person… but it wasn’t all that strange for a guy like Sterling to say it.

I couldn’t let small things like this get to me.

“I’m ah… I’m meeting up with Kieran now,” I said, keeping it vague. “He’s expecting me any minute.”

He held my gaze for a moment, sending a small chill through me, before finally nodding.

“Fair enough,” he said. “Better not keep my nephew waiting then.”

And with another polite smile, I left before he could say anything else, grateful for a valid excuse to leave.

It wasn’t as though there was anything wrong with him, but the tension with his family was obvious now I knew the truth. From my perspective, I thought it would be best to just not get involved. Ranks and titles were still a learning curve for me and I didn’t want to accidentally slip up like I had the first time.

Well, that… and I tended to avoid the topic of titles, especially around Kieran. The reminder of what a ‘Luna’ was still made me uncomfortable.

“There you are,” Kieran said upon my arrival. “How was your morning?”

And I found myself stopping to smile like an idiot, just as I did every time I saw him these days. It didn’t seem to matter if only a few hours had passed, seeing him always filled me with a rush of emotions that exhilarated me.

It was feeling even more intense of late, as though there was a scratching in my head to go find him as soon as we parted. A need to go be close to him that, at times, felt a bit strange. Almost as if it weren’t entirely me thinking it and it was more… instinctual, perhaps?

But I was learning so many new things every day, both about the world and about my body, that it was natural for there to be dissonance. I was sure that one day I would look back on this and wonder how I could have been so in the dark about it all.

“It was good,” I said, composing myself.

And he walked over to my side, immediately wrapping his arms around me as he placed a kiss on my lips. Tender enough for me to melt at his touch, the scratch inside soothing… but my mind was still focused on the task at hand.

“Ready to have your ass kicked?” I asked, biting my lip fiendishly.

He raised a brow at me. “We’ll see about that.”

And we proceeded to jump straight into it.

I’d thought that my time here would make me softer, no longer under the strict training regime of Gavin. But, if anything, I felt even more skilled than before. Kieran was one of the only people I’d met able to fully keep up with me, his technique almost as good as my own. It made him into a great training partner. He was able to show me new ways of fighting and, in turn, I shared my own knowledge. It was a way for us to both improve.

Though… coming into this, I did have one major disadvantage against him. But it was one that I was slowly closing the gap on at an unexpected rate. A revelation that seemed to surprise us both.

Because as I managed to land a kick squarely across his chest, I hadn’t intended to send him flying backwards the way I did, his back roughly hitting the wall.

“Kieran!” I yelled in shock, instantly running towards him. “I’m so sorry. Are you okay?”

Without meaning to, it seemed I’d put way too much force into the movement. Yet it didn’t feel like I’d done anything too different from normal.

I reached out to him in concern, but he just laughed off the whole thing.

“You’re ah… you’re getting pretty strong now, huh?” he said, trying to sound light-hearted.

Yes… strength. Before, Kieran had still held an edge of strength against me, making up for what he lacked in matching my speed. But I was getting stronger now too. So quickly that I was struggling to adjust my own movements to accommodate it.

“I’m sorry,” I apologised again. “Does it hurt?”

But he shook his head. “I’m fine. It just took me by surprise more than anything.”

I would have felt relieved to hear that if it weren’t for the slight unmistakable wince he did as he moved.

“Seriously, Rae, I’m fine,” he said. “Don’t look so upset.”

“Then don’t look so hurt,” I replied back. “It’s hard not to feel terrible here.”

“Well… then I guess you could kiss it better. That would probably fix the problem.”

And I looked up at him, my lips tugging back into a smile.