Chapter 124
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Updated : May 23rd, 2025
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 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 visiting 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 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 expectantly. She seems so warm and inviting. It's been the switch with the few pack members I've crossed 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 recesses 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.
She serves my breakfast in minutes. I dig in, not wanting to be here longer than I need to. I feel angry and bitter that they went on with their perfect little lives after they ruined Sadie's.
She tries to hide 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 struggling with putting the pieces of her shattered heart back together.
Once I am done. I leave without even a thank-you. Back at our pack, I would have thanked our cook and probably hugged her, but I just couldn't master the energy to be kind to these people.
I leave the pack house and head straight for the woods. When she was alive, my mother and I didn't live all that far from Alec's pack.
We never ventured near the borders, though. My mother always warned me to stay far away from this pack. Werewolves and witches have relatively good relationships, and even though I was drawn to this pack for a reason, I never once disobeyed my mother.
It's only after I met Sadie that I realized that she might be the reason why I was so drawn. It wasn't the pack I was drawn to like I'd thought. It was Sadie.
It takes about forty minutes to get to her grave. When I do, I drop to my knees, my tears falling on my face as I lay eyes on her headstone for the first time in three years.
"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 pick herbs that would come in handy in making potions.
Take, I did get the herbs, but I decided to 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 with whatever it was she'd sent me to gather.
But that day was different. As I floated in the cool water, I lost track of time, caught in the joy of the moment. Little did I know, when I finally returned, everything would change forever. The world felt heavier, and her laughter would never echo through the trees again.
I didn't know my father, and my mom refused to talk about him. For as long Eora's as I can remember, it was just her, handing over our small cottage.
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