Alec’s

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.NôvelDrama.Org owns this.

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. "Sadie..."

I turn sharply at his voice. My eyes make contact with his and for a minute everything else around me fades. I force myself to come back to the present. The last thing I need is to get lost in his eyes when they stil haunt me.

"What do you want, Alec?" I growl before turning back and kicking the bag.

"To talk,"

I feel him at my back, but I don't turn. Instead, I move forward a little, getting closer to the bag.

"If it's not about the issue with the pack, then no. I don't want to talk tell him before pausing. "Besides, we really don't have anything to talk about."

"You may not have anything to tell me, but I have a lot to tell you," he says, his husky voice resonating all the way to my toes.

My stomach churns at my reaction.

Damn it, the closer we get to the full-moon, the harder things are getting for me. Maybe I should go

back to my pack until the ful moon

passes.

I take a step and move away from his head. The last thing I needed was to be this close to him. To feel his heat on my body and his warm breath against the back of my neck.

"I also don't want to hear anything you have to say... well, unless it involves a solution to fixing the problem in your pack."