Sold AS The alpha King's Breeder

Chapter 724

Chapter 69 : A Trip Down Memory Lane

“Are you going to tell me where we are going?” I asked as Soren hurried me along.

Payne and Ashley had gone on ahead to the rogue zone, leaving Soren and me alone. He seemed determined to get me where he wanted to take me and at the same time, he was doing everything he could to hide our destination from me.

“Does anything seem familiar?” he asked, instead of answering my question.

Shrugging, I looked around and shook my head.

“No. I’ve never been here, Soren. What should I be looking for?” I asked.

Soren shrugged. “You’ll know it when you see it.”

We headed off the main road into a forest. I slowed down as we got onto a forest path. Soren was still holding my hand and when I slowed down, it forced him to slow down, too.

“Something wrong?” he asked.

“I feel like I know this place,” I muttered, glancing around at the trees.

So many of them were young and still growing but I could see the charred remains of older trees overgrown with moss, grass, and vines.

“This forest… I’ve been here or seen it…” I said, my breath getting shallow.

“Where?” Soren prompted.

“This is the forest where April took us in that dream. The forest on the outskirts of Pomeli pack, Hathaway packland,” I said, recognizing where I knew the forest from.

“That’s right,” Soren said.

I went to the closest burned trunk and ran my hand along the charred bark and remains.

“The fire did a lot of damage. I’m surprised that the forest has grown back so much. It looks like it is recovering. But the pack…”

“The pack hasn’t recovered,” Soren agreed with a somber nod. “Come with me. The forest opens up just ahead.”

We went to the end of the forest path and it opened up into a big, clear space. I could see the remnants of roads from my pack but all the destroyed buildings had been taken back into the earth.

“No one has been here for a long time,” I said absently, looking at the strange hill-like shapes of grass and weeds around the buildings that used to be standing there.

“This whole place is deserted but the entire village isn’t gone. Not entirely,” Soren told me.

He grabbed my hand again and pulled me toward the hill where the pack mansion, my original home, used to stand. The mansion was gone completely. It had probably been burned to the ground and overgrown like the rest of the buildings.

remember what the mansion looked like in that dream. My heart ached, wishing I could see it again in person

of the deserted village and I slowed again, chewing the

had and it wasn’t real. The real Hathaway had been burned to

memories

wrong?” Soren

to remember anything when it looks so different from the dream,” I

the heir to this territory and can claim it for your own,”

“Hang on…”

away from Soren, I ran along the edge of the forest. Something nagged at the back of my mind. I wasn’t sure if it was some hidden memory or my own instinct, but I

where are you going?” Soren asked, running behind

just feel like this is the right

base of the hill. The forest veered off in another

cabin. It was tucked back in the forest, just hidden well enough that it wouldn’t be seen from the mansion. It

two bedrooms. There were the remnants of an old garden in front of the cabin and a broken swing set in

in some places, I could vividly imagine that cabin

opened and a loving father came out with a little girl. She had golden hair and bouncing curls. The man picked

want to walk,” she said, struggling

girl down and she grabbed his hand, pulling him around to the swing set. He picked her up and held her as she swung on the monkey bars. There

memory faded. At least, I thought it was a memory. It could have just been

my feet and pushed the door of the cabin open. Inside, it smelled musty and stale. There were cobwebs filling the corners and some moss and lichen had crept in

despite the outside

came in behind

the kitchen and touched the granite countertop. It was a very nice counter for a

remember this

memory. First, I shook my head, then I nodded. I scrunched

think so…” I

was a thick layer of dust covering the

child. Rather,

remember being here?” he

“Maybe they are memories. Maybe they are wishful

To fix up

at

my real family, my true identity, and the artifact they’d left me. I

I was abandoned by my parents. I never wanted to meet them or know

easier to hate my parents as villains rather than think of what I might have lost. I wondered if that was why I blocked out all the memories of

the Blackfire poison because, after everything I went through, I’d decided it would be better to die of the poison than go through more pain and suffering. I had thought

I knew who my parents were, I

revenge for them! My parents were killed because of the selfish desires of others. They were the ones that robbed me of my family,

This wasn’t over! I would