Alpha Alec's Redemption by Kathy M

Chapter 0124

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.

her voice calls

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

in minutes. I dig in, not really wanting to be here longer than I need to. I feel angry and bitter that they went

but I see it. I know her... And I know that she's still struggling with what they did to her. She's struggling with putting the pieces of her shattered heart back

at our pack, I would have thanked our cook and probably given her a hug, but I just can't master the energy

house and head straight for the woods. When she was

pack. Werewolves and witches have relatively good relationships,

I realized that she might be the reason why I was so drawn. It

When I do, I drop on my knees, my tears falling down my face as I lay eyes on her headstone for the

mom," I begin, my voice clogged with emotions. "I