Todos os capítulos de The Goddess' Vessel : Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

11. Rachael. Sarah and I were on the move rather early the next morning. She appeared in my room around four, which made me very cranky, took my bath and I was done with almost everything before five thirty at the crack of dawn. She even prepared my dress, a black dress with red collars like the pack's uniform, and I was given a black translucent veil on my head. "Aren't we having the meeting in the castle?" I yawned as she led me out of the room. It was very chilly, and I rubbed my arms to generate some warmth. My eyes still hurt from waking up early. "No, it's involving everyone in the land. Big names, far and near will come. They fear we might harm thso why they are all meeting in a neutral location just outside town." Sarah explained as we descended the stairs. Such a large castle, but there was no elevator. Sarah had explained before that the alpha didn't want to ruin the antique look of the grey castle. The castle was quite lively, with guards patrolling the corridor.

13. Rachael. From the hidden room, right behind the meeting place, I heard the horrors these men spoke of. The walls were so thin, the doors too light failed to stop my ears from hearing these absurd things. They were planning to murder me in cold blood—why? Because of some power balance?! I wanted to go home, I wanted to go back to the beginning before it all started. The cafe I had been working at was better. The insults the wolves threw at me when I worked there were a joke at what was being said there. "Shit, Jesus Christ," I muttered and paced back and forth. Sarah must have taken offence at this because she stirred slightly. Maybe it was because they served different gods from the humans. "Can we go home?" I asked Sarah restlessly. Edgar Frost had promised me he would do something but it wasn't looking very good for me. She watched me and smiled briefly. Even I could see that she didn't like the development, and I asked a difficult question. "My lady, let's hope that some

15. Ethan. I was so concerned when Rachael told me Sirius was here, that my heart almost left my chest. I had momentarily forgotten that there were people around me as I grasped her face gently, looking for injuries. If we were in the castle, my father would have said I was showing weakness to the people. But I was just really upset. I couldn't explain it. Anytime Rachael was involved, I was very upset. "What are you doing?" It took me a while to recognise Naomi's voice as Rachael and I turned our heads simultaneously. I hadn't sensed her there at all. "Why are you holding her?" Naomi asked. A grown was evident on her face. I got on my feet slowly and glanced outside at the approaching guards. "Sirius was here." I turned back at Sarah. "She's lucky he didn't hurt her. I don't even know why he did that," I said. I thought I saw Naomi glaring at Rachael. "Is the vessel okay?" "She is fine and her name is Rachael," I reminded her. "At least she's a person. Treat her like one." Ra

17. Rachael. I was surprised to see Sarah the next morning in my room. She wore her same uniform and had that grace she possessed, and fortunately, she didn't have any injuries. "Sarah, thank God. Don't you think you should be resting?" I had just gotten out of the bathroom. My wet hair was tied up in a roll of little towels, with only the nightgown hiding my nakedness. "It was nothing, he must have just messed with my energy," she replied. "Energy?" "All living things have energy flowing in their body. A healthy person has a balanced flow of energy; mess with that energy, and you might be incapacitated for a while," she explained quickly. "Oh," I replied. She must have thought I was an airhead. "By the way, I came to remind you of your training. Lord Ethan will not be able to join us today because of a training exercise he's conducting with the—""Training? When?" I remembered him mentioning some training. "But so soon?" I inquired. Sarah stared at me for a long time before r

19. Rachael. Edgar didn't talk much when we ate. He was the type to remain silent, enjoying his meal and savouring the taste. The small talk could wait for later. That was something I admired about him - his ability to appreciate the simple things in life, like a good meal, without feeling the need to fill every moment with conversation.As we ate, the only sounds were the clinking of silverware on plates and the occasional polite query from Edgar to see if everything was to my liking. It was a comfortable silence, one that didn't feel awkward or forced.After the meal, dessert was served in small cups, and that was when Edgar started talking. "It was nice having you eat with us today," Edgar said after the plates had been taken away. Dinner was over, and he lazily held a glass of wine in his hands, swirling the liquid around the rim as he gazed at me with a warm smile."I'm glad I could join you," I replied, feeling a sense of gratitude towards him. Despite his intimidating presence