Truth Buried In Gold

~ Emilia ~

“Tell me more about it, Ivy. How long do the guards stay up at night or even in the morning? Tell me everything you know about it." I smiled and pointed to the couch for her to sit on while I moved to my bed.

Ivy hesitated for a while before sitting.

“The pack is heavily guarded every single hour of the day, both day and night.

The general commander is in charge of assigning each guard to their duty post.

And no one leaves the main pack gate without the order of the Alpha.”

I nodded, all she was saying sinking in.

“And about night, Luna, they guard also at night; the pack never goes an hour without the guards in their usual position, unless the Alpha says otherwise.”

I wanted to press further, to ask even deeper questions, but I wasn’t sure it would go down well. It might stir up suspicion from her or even Adrain when he might have inquired about my whereabouts tomorrow.

“I will need your help tomorrow, Ivy, but I will get you at that time. You can leave now."

Ivy stood from the seat and bowed before leaving.

I lay on the bed, already exhausted from the event of the day.

My mind raced back to the letter, and I stood from the bed, headed to the dresser, and pulled out the suitcase.

I fumbled out the folded envelope, packed back the suitcase, and placed it back before taking my seat.

I unfolded the envelope, pulled out the letter, and read through it again, then took a photo of the part the code was written on.

I read and re-read the letter, making sure I understood every word that was written on it and to ensure it was directed to me.

And yes, it was still the same as before; no word was misplaced or read wrongly.

I dropped the letter on my bed and went to find the perfect outfit to wear out tomorrow. It needed to be something simple that would allow me to run if need be.

I rummaged through the clothes that lined the dresser, and my eyes rested on a cream-colored off-the-shoulder gown. I brought it and placed it on my body to be sure of the length.

It stopped on my ankle but had a slit that stopped under my knee.

It would suit perfectly for what I needed it for, not too sophisticated, but perfect for an event or grand occasion.

And smiled, confirming the dress was perfect. I hung it back on the dresser and went back to fold the letter.

I was about folding it when the picture fell out. I gently picked it up and caressed it tenderly as the memory of my childhood slowly crept in.

The old days when I did nothing other than shield Ava from getting beaten by people she had crossed.

I used my palm to clean off the tears that were already trickling down.

The envelop felt like it still had more things contained in it. I dipped my hands into the envelope, and my palm brushed against a cold object.

What could it be? I thought, pulling out the object to see for myself.

I gasped in shock, taking a few unnecessary steps backwards, my eyes assessing the gold chain.

I raised it to my eye level, doubting if it was really it.

It looked exactly like the one my mum had in the painting frame I saw in my home years back.

The exact locket my mom wore is in the one piece of painting that was in my home. Father said she did the drawing herself. Guess I inherited the drawing skills from my mom.

I forcefully opened the locket, and my eyes widened.

It was my mom, the same person as the one in the drawing.

I looked closely and confirmed it was her.

I raised my head to think deeper.

Who was this that would have gone as far as getting this locket and then my picture?

It was obviously someone who knew me well. Too well to have brought these.

Well, whoever it was, I was going to find out tomorrow.

I slumped back on my bed, stared at the envelope, the picture and then the locket. Something in me suddenly stirred up; I needed to find out who was behind this urgently. I couldn’t wait for the next day to get close, so I will find out.

My gaze rested on the door when I heard the knob twist.

The door flung open, and my eyes caught Adrain walking in.

He was looking at me this time; I followed his gaze and flinched at what he was looking at: the letter that was on my bed, the picture, and also the locket on my hand.

Shit!! Things would get ruined if he found out; I needed to do something to stir his mind away from all of this.