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.

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at those memories. Not wanting to think about them anymore, I push them to the recess of my mind. Shutting them in a place

really wanting to be here longer than I need to. I feel angry and bitter that they went on with

it most of the time. Tries to pretend that she's fine, but I see it. I know her... And I know that she's still struggling with what they did to her. She's

have thanked our cook and probably given her

was alive, my mother and I didn't live all that far from

pack. Werewolves and witches have relatively good relationships, and even though I was

I met Sadie that I realized that she might be the reason why I was so drawn. It wasn't

get to her grave. When I do, I drop on my knees, my tears falling down my face as I lay eyes on her headstone for the first time in three

I begin, my voice clogged with