Chapter 339

Chapter 339
Isabella's POV

I settled deeper into the sofa, planting a soft kiss on Olivia's forehead before leaning back against Gabriel. At this moment, everyone's attention was focused on William, waiting for him to share what he'd discovered about our children's unusual connection and the Dark God's "gift."

"So, what did you—" I began, but Sarah cleared her throat, interrupting me.

"Actually," she said, raising her hand slightly with some hesitation, "I have some information to share first, if that's okay."

I blinked in surprise. "Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't know you had news too."

Sarah shifted in her seat, suddenly looking a bit uncomfortable. "I contacted mother this morning," she admitted. "About the Dark God situation."

"You did?" I straightened up, careful not to disturb Olivia in my arms. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I'm sorry," Sarah said, genuinely contrite. "It was a spur-of-the-moment decision. I woke up feeling... called, I guess. I should have waited for you."

I shook my head, reassuring her. "No, it's fine. It's not like I could have joined you anyway, unless we all made a trip to the temple."

"We still could," Gabriel interjected, "If we don't get the answers we need, we can always make the journey to speak with the Moon Goddess directly."

"Let's not get ahead of ourselves," I said, trying to keep things grounded. "You all don't need to tiptoe around me. I understand."

"So, what did she say?" I prompted Sarah, eager to hear the Moon Goddess's perspective.

Sarah tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, her gaze serious as she met mine. "She's... not happy about the Dark God paying you a visit," she revealed.

I felt a flicker of excitement. "She mentioned him specifically? So he really is who he claimed to be?"

"Yes," Sarah nodded. "She knew he was aware of your existence, but she didn't expect him to go behind her back and bestow a gift on Olivia without her knowledge or consent."

My arms tightened around Olivia. "Is the gift dangerous? Will it hurt her?"

Sarah reached over to touch my hand reassuringly. "Mother doesn't believe he would dare do anything truly harmful. She thinks this was mostly about getting her attention, letting her know he's angry with her."

"So it really is a gift?" I asked, hope creeping into my voice.

Sarah shook her head, frankly stating, "She doesn't exactly know what it is, but she said that gifts from deities can't be returned. They become a permanent part of the recipient."

I exhaled slowly, processing this information. "Well, at least we know it's not harmful. That's already good news."

"Not harmful doesn't necessarily mean good," Gabriel pointed out, his voice low with concern.

William cleared his throat, drawing our attention. "The ancient texts mention precedents for this," he said, adjusting his position in the wheelchair. "There are records of both the Moon Goddess and the Dark God bestowing gifts on mortals."

"Really?" I immediately leaned forward.

"Yes," William nodded. "In fact, there's one account that describes a healing power very similar to what you possess, Isabella. The text suggests it was a gift from the Moon Goddess herself."

My curiosity was ignited. "I'd love to read these accounts."

"I'll have translations prepared for you as soon as possible." William promised.

Gabriel's hand came to rest on my shoulder, his tone serious: "What about the Dark God's gifts specifically? Do the texts say anything about their nature?"

William's expression grew more solemn. "The Moon Goddess's gifts tend to be personal, related to matters of the heart and home—designating mates, healing bodies, or changing weather to ensure a good harvest."

He hesitated before continuing. "The Dark God's gifts, however, are described as having more... disruptive potential. They often possess world-altering power, not the kind of power one uses in daily life."

I looked down at my sleeping daughter, "What do you mean by 'world-altering'?"

"For example," William said carefully, "one text describes a man who was given the ability to control eclipses, to cast the moon's shadow over the sun for days until his enemies surrendered."

The room fell silent, the weight of his words settling over us like a heavy blanket.

Ryan was the first to break the silence. "Holy shit, could our little Olivia have that kind of power?"

I couldn't help but laugh. The absurdity of imagining my tiny newborn wielding cosmic forces somehow broke through the tension.

Ryan stared at me, then at Olivia. "I mean, she's the youngest one here, but she sounds like she might be the most powerful among us."

"Let's not jump to conclusions," I said, trying to calm everyone down, and myself as well. "Maybe it'll be something on a smaller scale. After all, the Dark God might just be trying to annoy the Moon Goddess."

"Ha, because he wants to have relations with her." Ryan joked, but quickly sobered when he saw the look on my face.

Sarah rolled her eyes, Gabriel sighed in resignation, and William shook his head.

"Well," I said with mock seriousness, "it appears our little Olivia is the true Alpha, perhaps she should lead the pack in the future."

As if responding to my words, Olivia made a small, sleepy sound and snuggled closer to my chest.

"At least she'll be able to hold her own against her brother." Ryan added cheerfully.

I frowned slightly, a new thought occurring to me. "All our children receive gifts from the Moon Goddess, right? If so, will Olivia's power amplify the boys' abilities through their connection?"

Gabriel considered this carefully. "I don't think that's how it works. You and Sarah both have the Goddess's blessing, but that doesn't make me stronger."

"But you've benefited from my healing abilities several times." I countered.

Gabriel smiled and explained, "I mean we don't gain new abilities ourselves. The gifts remain with their recipients."

Sarah leaned forward thoughtfully, adding, "But these two children have a special connection. Each has a gift from the Goddess, and now Olivia has this additional gift from the Dark God. Perhaps this combination will create some... unique power."

"I just hope they learn to protect themselves first," I said softly, "and then the pack."

Everyone nodded, their expressions complex. Each of us was contemplating what role these children might play in the future of werewolf society. I silently prayed they would use these gifts to make the right choices.

"Actually, regarding special connections between children within families, the ancient texts have records of that too," William suddenly spoke up, interrupting my thoughts.

"You found more?" I looked at him in surprise, leaning back against Gabriel.