CHAPTER 210: CALEB’S REVELATION

CALEB POV

The rush of memories hit me like a sledgehammer to the brain. I was Caleb Silver, but I was also Samuel the Scholar who’d lived in ancient Egypt. And Thomas the Librarian who’d saved books during a great fire. And hundreds of other lives, all crashing together in my head.

But instead of sinking in the chaos like my brothers, something clicked into place. All those ages of studying, learning, and remembering - they weren’t destroying my mind. They were making it stronger.

"Focus on the books," I mumbled to myself, using a trick I’d learned in my fifth lifetime as a monk. "Find the pattern."

While Aiden and Brock writhed on the ground, lost in their jumbled memories, I sorted through mine like organizing a huge library. Each lifetime was a different book, and I was the librarian who knew where everything belonged.

"Caleb!" Lily called out frantically. "Are you okay?"

"Getting there," I managed, pushing myself to my knees. The images were still overwhelming, but I was learning to control them instead of letting them control me.

That’s when I saw it. Hidden in the memories from my lifetime as a wizard’s student three hundred years ago - the real truth about what was happening to us.

"The ritual didn’t go wrong," I gasped, looking up at Elder Iris. "It went exactly as planned."

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"Hope’s been doing this for centuries, but she’s never worked alone before." My voice got stronger as the pieces fell together. "She’s always had helpers. The wandering ghosts aren’t just one person - they’re a team."

"A team?" Aiden groaned, trying to sit up as his own memories fought in his head.

"Think about it," I said excitedly, my scholar’s mind running. "How could one baby fix entire worlds? She couldn’t. But a baby with the wisdom to see what needs fixing, plus three guardians who can actually do the work? That’s a team that could change everything."

Hope clapped her tiny hands from Lily’s arms. "Uncle Caleb remembers!"

"Remembers what?" Brock asked, still looking confused.

"We’ve done this before," I explained. "Not as the Silver triplets, but in other lives, other places. We’ve always been Hope’s defenders. She shows us what needs repair, and we fix it."

Elder Iris stared at me in wonder. "The ancient texts mention a team of spirits, but I thought they meant Hope worked with local people in each world."

"No, we travel together. We’ve been a family for ages, just in different forms." The knowledge felt right in my bones. "And now we remember how to do our job properly."

I stood up, feeling more like myself than ever before. The memories weren’t a burden anymore - they were tools. I remembered every language I’d ever learned, every problem I’d ever solved, every world I’d helped save.

"But why did the ritual make us forget who we are now?" Lily asked worriedly.

"It didn’t," I realized. "We’re still us. We’re just more us than we’ve ever been before."

I looked at my brothers, who were slowly getting control of their own memory floods. Aiden’s eyes cleared first, showing the wisdom of dozens of lives spent leading people. Then Brock straightened up, his muscles remembering the strength of countless fights fought for justice.

"We’re the same people we’ve always been," I continued. "But now we remember why we were born as triplets. Why we’ve always felt so linked. Why we’ve always known we had a bigger mission."

Hope nodded seriously. "My guardians. My family. In every lifetime."

"So we’re not losing ourselves," Aiden said, relief filling his voice. "We’re finding ourselves."

"Exactly. And now we know what we need to do." I turned to the pack, who’d been watching our change in scared silence. "We don’t have to choose between staying here and helping other places. We can do both."

"How?" Alpha Marcus asked.

"Portal magic," I said, the information flowing from my memories as a court wizard. "Hope can build doorways between worlds. We can travel to fix problems and be back home for dinner."

The pack murmured happily, but Elder Iris looked troubled.

"Caleb, there’s something you’re not seeing. Something dangerous."

"What?" I asked, though part of me already knew.

"If you can move between worlds easily, so can others. Opening those doors doesn’t just let you out - it lets things in."

A chill ran down my spine as I accessed memories from my lifetime as a spatial guard. She was right. Portal magic was incredibly risky.

"What kind of things?" Lily asked fearfully.

"Creatures that feed on the energy between worlds," I said grimly. "Parasites that attach themselves to visitors and follow them home. And worst of all - the Devourers."

"What are Devourers?" Brock asked.

I swallowed hard. "Beings that consume entire worlds. They’re always looking for ways into safe worlds like ours. If we open doors carelessly, we might invite them in."

The pack fell silent as the horrible truth sank in. We’d fixed one problem only to create a much bigger one.

"There has to be a safe way," Aiden said desperately. "Some kind of protection."

"There is," I admitted. "But the cost is terrible."

"Tell us," Hope said quietly.

I looked at my baby niece, wishing I didn’t have to say what came next. "The portals can only be safely opened by someone with pure intent - someone who has never chosen evil, never acted from selfishness or anger."

"That sounds like Hope," Lily said eagerly.

"It is Hope," I agreed. "But using that much portal magic would burn out her power totally. She’d become a normal human child with no special skills at all."

"That’s not so bad," Lily said quickly. "She could have a normal life."

"You don’t understand," I continued, my heart breaking. "If Hope loses her power, the balance she’s built in our world will collapse. The pack will fall back into the old ways - alphas ruling, omegas suffering, no equality at all."

"But the pack has learned," Alpha Marcus objected. "We’ve changed."

I shook my head sadly. "The change was held in place by Hope’s power. Without it, people will forget why equality counts. They’ll go back to the old order within months."

The clearing exploded in worried voices. After everything we’d been through, everything we’d learned, we’d lose it all if Hope used her power to make the gates safe.

"There has to be another way," Caleb urged.

"Maybe there is," Elder Iris said slowly. "But it would require something that’s never been attempted before."

"What?" everyone asked at once.

"Instead of Hope opening the doors alone, what if the entire pack shared the burden? Every wolf giving a tiny bit of their life force to keep the portals stable and safe."

I felt my brothers’ excitement through our bond, but I also felt something else - a warning from my memories as a rite expert. "Elder Iris," I said carefully, "what happens to pack members who give up part of their life force?"

Her face went pale. "They... they age faster. A rite like that might cost each wolf ten years of their life."

The pack gasped. Parents looked at their children, understanding they might not live to see them grow up. Elder wolves understood they might not survive the ritual at all.

But then something amazing happened. One by one, pack members stepped forward.

"I’ll do it," Luna said first, shocking everyone. "Hope saved us all. It’s time we saved her back."

"I’m in," said a young father. "Ten years is worth it if my kids grow up in a fair world."

"Count me in too," added an old wolf. "I’ve lived long enough. Let my years buy the pack’s future."

Soon, nearly the entire pack had volunteered. Even children offered their few years, though their parents quickly said no.

Hope looked around at all the faces, tears running down her cheeks. "You’d really do that for me?"

"For all of us," Alpha Marcus amended. "For the world we’re building together."

But as I watched this beautiful moment, my improved memories caught something everyone else missed. The rite Elder Iris described - I’d seen it performed before, in my lifetime as a court mage.

And I knew she hadn’t told us the whole truth about what would happen to the workers.

The aging process wouldn’t be steady and gentle. It would happen all at once, during the rite itself. And some of the older wolves wouldn’t just age - they’d crumble to dust instantly.

Looking around at all these brave faces, I realized I had to make an impossible choice. Tell them the truth and watch our only chance crumble, or stay silent and let them sacrifice themselves without knowing the real cost.

Hope tugged on my shirt with her tiny hand. "Uncle Caleb? What’s wrong?"

I stared down at her innocent face, then back at the pack ready to die for our cause.

Time to decide: truth or hope?