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.

My heart ached, wishing I could see it again in person and recover more

led me into the center of the deserted village and I slowed

practically non-existent. The dream was all I had and it wasn’t real. The real Hathaway had been burned

were no memories

something wrong?” Soren

it looks so different from the dream,”

heir to this

“Hang on…”

at the back of my mind. I wasn’t sure if it was some hidden memory or my own instinct,

going?”

this is the right way to go…” I kept running

edge of the forest all the way to the base of the hill. The forest veered

dropped to my knees in front of the little cabin. It was tucked back in the forest, just hidden well enough that it wouldn’t be seen from the mansion. It had probably escaped being burned

remnants of an old garden in front

I could vividly imagine that cabin when it was pristine

with a little girl. She had golden hair and bouncing curls. The

to walk,”

picked her up and held her as she swung on the monkey bars. There was no way she could have held herself up with how small she was but the big smile on

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

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 around the

ruined, despite

in behind

the granite countertop. It was a very nice counter for

this place?”

I

think so…” I

a thick layer of dust covering the

this was my vacation home as a child. Rather, my parents’ little getaway

remember being

around more. “Maybe they are memories. Maybe they are

Mila? To fix up and call

at

who my parents were, my real family, my true identity, and the artifact they’d left me. I thought of my aunt Helen, who I still hadn’t

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

hands of my foster mother and Saboreef pack. It had been easier to hate my parents as villains rather than think of what I might have lost. I wondered if that was why

I’d decided it would be better to die of the poison

I knew who my parents were, I

had the chance to avenge them and get revenge for them! My parents were killed because of the selfish desires of others. They were the ones that robbed me of my family, my childhood, and

anger and I clenched my fists. This wasn’t over! I would make them all pay for destroying my