Alpha alec's redemption (Sadie) novel Chapter 185

Sadie

Three days. It’s been three days since I had the dream, and I am still confused about it. It doesn’t make any fucking sense. Just like the first time I dreamed about being killed, I woke up in the forest, naked and alone.

I have no idea what happened or how I ended up there. All I can remember is getting to bed after watching Alec shift, the weird ass dream and then nothing. I don’t know what the hell is going on. I don’t even have a clue. I’m completely blank.

I stare at the punching bag as if it could give me the answers I crave, but I get nothing. It’s quiet because it’s nothing but an object. It can’t give me the answers I want.

The only thing I am grateful for is that I am now healed, and my cast is off. I can now train. For three days I haven’t been able to let off steam, but today I can. I can punch and kick all my frustrations out.

I would have asked Nyx about it, but she’s been MIA since that night. I haven’t a peep from her. I don’t know why, but I have this nagging feeling that it may be her memories.

The first dream, as scary as it was, I could write it off as a premonition, but with this one? It seems unlikely. The two girls looked so close, and by the term 'sissy’ I can only assume that they were sisters. I know those can’t be my memories (that is, if I am right, and it is indeed a memory) since, one, I don’t have a sister, and two, the elders said I was found as a baby. Those girls seemed to be around six or so. That being said, I can only assume that this particular one was a memory.

I shake my head and sigh before I fold my fists and land my first punch. I do it a second time and feel the tension start to leave me. I’ve missed this so much.

I’m in the indoor training arena. I was a member of this pack, so I know almost all warriors prefer training outside. I was the only one here, and I liked it that way.

Training has always been a form of outlet for me. It was a way for me to let out my aggression and bitterness, especially towards Alec. I always imagined it was him I was beating to a bloody pulp.