Alpha Alec's Redemption

Raven

I stare at Sadie as she sleeps. My mind was jumbled, and my soul was conflicted. I didn’t know what to do with her. She was basically a stranger. If there is one thing my mother instilled in me before she died, it’s that wolves are dangerous and to never trust them.

Sadie was clearly one, even though she was yet to shift. I wanted to follow my mother’s advice, but for some reason, my heart trusted Sadie. My heart had bonded itself in a way that I never thought would be possible.

“What are you thinking so hard about?” Beth asked as she walked in with a couple of herbs from the garden outside.

I’ve known her for about two years now. It’s been a wonderful two years living with her. I used to think. that my mother was powerful, but she had nothing on Beth. I might be exaggerating, but I honestly think that Beth’s powers match those of the gods.

It was all a coincidence when I found her. My mother had been killed. I still don’t know who did it or what happened. After burying her, I wandered for months. Lost and in complete sorrow. I stumbled upon Beth’s hut, miles away from home, by accident.

She’d seen the struggle inside me. The pain I was trying so desperately not to drown in. Without knowing me, she had opened her arms and consoled me as I allowed myself to cry and mourn over my mother for the first time since she died. After that, as people would say, the rest was history. I stayed with her, and we became a family of two.

We will probably end up being a family of three, now with Sadie around. I could see it in Beth’s eyes. She already loved the girl and was ready to open her doors for her. Just like she did with me.

“Raven?” she calls again, breaking my chain of thoughts.

I sigh, not really sure what to say. “To be honest, my mind is all over the place.”

“Is this about your dreams?” she asks as she gently washes the herbs before placing them on the table to dry.

“Yes.” I exhale sharply. “I just don’t know how it’s possible.”

My dreams started around a year ago. At first, they were random and happened once in a while. I tried stopping them but I couldn’t. About three or so months ago, they became constant. They happened almost every single day. Sometimes I couldn’t clearly tell what was happening, but one thing, or, should I say, one person, remained clear. A girl with long black hair.

Sadie.

Before, the dreams were just normal. Her with friends, laughing, and being silly. That kind of thing. But those from a few months ago were darker. Sometimes I woke up with her chilling screams still ringing in my f**g ears.

I didn’t understand why I kept dreaming of a girl that I didn’t know. That’s until I came across her in the forest. Beaten, helpless, weak, and about to be raped by a bunch of rogues.

To be honest, I still don’t understand how or why I kept dreaming of her. I’m not an oracle, so this shouldn’t have happened. I shouldn’t be able to dream about her or what happened to her before we met.

“Some things are just beyond our control, Raven. Leave it to the gods. They know what they’re doing,” Beth simply says.Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

It’s through Beth that I came to know that each species has its own god. Werewolves worship Selene. Witches worship Hecate. Vampires worship Absalom,

“But don’t you find it strange?” I questioned, “I start dreaming of her, then months later, those dreams. turn darker and then boom! I find her beaten, tortured and nearing death?”

“It may be because you’re bonded to her,” she faces me. “It’s the only possible explanation.”

“Seriously?”