Alpha alec's redemption (Sadie) novel Chapter 124

Raven.

After Sadie left my room, I got up, showered and got dressed. I usually take a few minutes in the morning to just meditate. It helps me channel and anchor my powers. This is something that my mother taught me since I was a little girl.

Once I was done with that, I checked on Aspen. She was still asleep, with Martha curled up on the sofa opposite the bed.

Today I didn’t plan on much except visit my mother’s grave. It’s been so long, and I miss her so much. Before Sadie and I fled, I used to go and visit her at least once a week. It helped me feel closer to her even though she was no longer around.

“Morning,” a cook says when I walk into the kitchen. “What can I get you for breakfast?"

I stare at her. A smile was plastered on her face as she looked at me expectantly. She seems so warm and inviting. It’s been the same with the few pack members I’ve come across since we arrived yesterday.

I look at them, and it makes me wonder how such seemingly warm people can have such a dark side to them. The pain Sadie endured is embedded deep inside me. Her screams are still etched in my memories.

I dreamed about her. About what she went through… But it all felt real. Like I was the one going through the torture. It’s like I had switched bodies with her.

“Miss?” her voice calls me.

I shudder as cold shivers rake through my body at those memories. Not wanting to think about them anymore, I push them to the recess of my mind. Shutting them in a place where they can’t haunt me.

“Just toast, eggs and coffee,” I mumble, trying to hide my irritation and disgust.

“Hi mom,” I begin, my voice clogged with emotions. “I miss you so much.”

I’ll never forget the day she died.

Just like always, we spent the day with her teaching me how to use my powers. When my lessons were done, she sent me to go pick some herbs that would come in handy in making potions.

I did get the herbs, but I decided to take a swim. It wasn’t unusual for me to do so. My mother knew that I liked to take a dip in the creek. She was okay with it, as long as I got back home with whatever it was she’d sent me to get.

I didn’t know my father, and my mom refused to talk about him. For as long as I can remember, it was just her, me and our small cottage.