Coldsnap: The Billionaire Alpha's Fated Pregnant Princess (GL)-Chapter 123 - Curious Questions Need Curious Answers

Chapter 123: Chapter 123 - Curious Questions Need Curious Answers
The system offered no further explanations... though it was
straightforward enough
of a rule. Even if I’m not sure why it decided to tell me now. And not when I tried a moment before, while it was just sitting there. I almost feel like it may be
making rules up
as we go.
> Listen here you little gremlin or whatever you are behind this Apocalypse System... I would very much appreciate you handing me a complete list of what is and isn’t possible. I will give you nothing beyond less ’sass’ in the future. Do we have a bargain? <
My wolf
looks at me like I’m crazy,
with a tilted head, when I appear in my old human form... shaking my fist at the
misty blue sky
above my mindscape. Of course, there is no reaction when I am actually requesting one.
Grudgingly, I sat the box back on the branch and climbed down another time. If I throw it down, the contents might break which
could be deadly for me
- because he didn’t exactly keep an invoice... and for all I know it is
filled with explosives
.
> And if I carry it while climbing one-handed... I still risk dropping it. The ropes will come in handy after all. Yay. Yay for us. <
Simmering, I get what I need and amble back up. After I secured it with a sort of
net with knots and carabiners
using the same holes it had been bolted down with, I carefully lowered it to the forest floor. Controlling its descent is easy enough... though a cursed wind does make it a
pendulum
when it is three quarters of the way down.
Once the box touched down safely, I descended the tree with a minor wish to
never climb one again
. At least not this week. This body’s instincts served me well, but also reminded me of
climbing lessons
with Ravi long ago.
He would be impressed with how easily I could scale it
in this form
. But he wouldn’t tell me, since we haven’t spoken at all
in a decade
once I made the choice to begin ignoring him completely for my own sanity.
Back on solid ground, I shifted into my new human form (Helene’s) and really started to wonder
what has been happening this week
or so at my home. Moment to moment, I’ve had enough
new things
to deal with - and some resolutions made - that have kept me busy..
"Do I have a body back there in that world still? Was I dragged to the Royal Boneyard... it seems unlikely, but since her spirit had departed this body the moment I arrived... she’s not really over there in mine, right?"
I don’t even know
how I got here
. I know almost certainly that she died, because she has a memory fragment of the
chest pain and collapse
. I have none of that from ’Citra’ when I was in the gardens that day.
I also know, or severely suspect, that it was
my soul entering this vessel
that busted the connection with Jace. Maybe it
affected some other things too,
for all I know. But it was not like I chose to come here.
And something certainly must have
chosen me
to leave my body, no matter what. Whether I was
assassinated
, a deity chose me like this system chose Helene, or...
> Your ignorant companion was no witch, magician, nor was she even *particularly* religious or courteous to the Lunar Goddess here. <
Yet why can I not shake the feeling that she has taken over my life there? Maybe even the one who pushed me out... is it just the
silly novels she read
when she was young? Fiction giving me the idea that a
sense of balance
has not been met?
"Vrika, if she was there, she would have probably broken off arrangements with every one of those merchant daughters. A shame. I can’t imagine her continuing that behavior if she still hopes for a child."
The spirit huffed its agreement then tilted its head again as my
non-sharp fingers
worked the combination lock. A bit of an
inquisitive tug
arrives about the nature of fated mates in my former world. A sneer forms on my face.
> Just like here. Lunar Goddesses oversee shifters. They also play matchmaker, meddler, and mother hens for their favorites. Though our current one in your world seemed to be fine with just setting it all in motion and stepping back... <
Which is honestly
even more terrifying
. Is it a development due to the amount of workload she has without any companion deities? But there are far fewer beasts and shifters here in this world than the number in mine. Can a single one really be
stretched too thin
?
"I seem to be asking a lot of questions today. Curiosity kills the cat, they say here... but the Fox Finds the..."
Imagining a ’drum roll’, the first item I pulled out when I opened the sealed container was a set of
small cylindrical containers
. The label read [Scent Blocker - Top Grade]... and the accompanying ripped out and stuffed inside
journal note
claimed he stole it from a job he did last year.
> He really had a bad habit of journaling far more than he should, huh? I feel like if he hadn’t died but only collapsed, he’d be waking up in whatever passes for pack council prison. Assuming the other hunters let that sort of thing go on. <
Reading more on the label, they are a
dissolving tablet
that can completely neutralize werewolf pheromone production for up to 72 hours after a 4 hours window of building in the ’exocrine glands’. Doesn’t say the company that
produces it
, unfortunately.
"This could be useful in Vossden. Maybe even sold, if I wanted to try to do that..."
Vrika immediately sent back
impressions of caution
. It knew, like I did, that there was danger in selling someone something that an enemy can use to turn back and harm you with. I don’t trust my
Intuition
ability enough to quickly notice wolves that may be hiding.
In this corner of the box were several small devices resembling the sort of ’bluetooth’
earbuds
that Kyrie had on. Only, they were labeled [Frequency Emitters]. The journal page tucked alongside them explained they
emitted sounds above human hearing range
that greatly disoriented werewolves’ enhanced senses without being directly lethal.
"A defensive tool that doesn’t require violence. And very high tech... well, no wonder he stuffed them in a place he wouldn’t use them."
Part of me wanted to try two things immediately. To see what it felt like
to endure it
... and to see if wearing them actually protected you from using them. A key question for whether they
get sold or kept
.
My wolf? Well, the spirit was too busy being
enamored
with the idea of looking like Kyrie to think everything through. Or warn me that I was
being too thrill seeking