Filed to story: Werewolfs Heartsong by Dizzy Izzy
Samantha’s eyes widen at my title and name. She gave me a bow of respect “I’m honored to meet you Alpha Damien
Heartsong.” another respectful greeting.
“I’d also like you to meet our top Training Master of the Pack.” Alora says, then she grasps the female by her wrist and brings her to stand in front of Mater Brock, who was still staring at her like she was an illusion who would disappear if he blinked. 2
“This is our Master Trainer Brock Stonemaker.” Alora tells her.
Samantha lights up like a Christmas tree. “The Master Trainer Brock Stonemaker? Brock Heartsong Stonemaker?” she asks.
Her question like a shot through me. Wait….Heartsong? Alora’s eyes snapped to Master Brock. “Yes I am Brock Heartsong Stonemaker.” he tells her softly. “I haven’t had anyone call out my second given name in a really long time.” he says.
“Wait…but wouldn’t that make you part of my Clan?” asks Alora
“When Felecia and I met, I swore into her Clan with her. At the time it was because I couldn’t see myself serving Bettina as my
Clan Alpha. But since Felecia and our pup were killed in that explosion, my bond to her Clan was severed. I’ve been a lone Pack wolf for a long time now.” his voice husky with remembered pain.
Samantha is looking up at him with wide eyes, the wind has changed. She says in wonder “Mate.” stunned.
He nods at her, “I never thought the Goddess would gift me with another.” he says, his voice soft, his tone stunned.
Her face is sad for a moment “But why wouldn’t she?” she asks him.
“Because I couldn’t save Felicia and our unborn pup, she was days away from delivering, I never should have let her shop alone when she was that far along.” he says, his voice pain filled and guilt ridden. Survivors guilt, I’ve seen a few wolves deal with it. 3
“It wasn’t your fault Old Man, it was a freak robbery gone wrong, there was no way on this earth could you have seen that coming unless you were a Clairvoyant, and even then, some times they’re wrong.” I tell Brock. (2)
“I read the news article on it.” said Samantha, surprising us, we all turn to her in question. She blushes, then looking at Master
Brock she says. “I’ve also been following your career since you took over for your father. I became a Master Strategist Trainer,
adding it to being a Battle Historian, with the hopes that I could one day work beside you and your family.” she says. 2
Now Brock is blushing, he clears his throat. “If you don’t mind me asking, how old are you?” Master Brock was only in his forties.
Werewolves can live up to nine hundred years, with the average at around seven hundred and sixty years old, before the Moon
Goddess Calls them home. Most remain fertile until their three hundredth year.
A mates heat, it’s purpose basically guarantees pregnancy, happens in six month intervals, except during pregnancy, until around their fiftieth year. Then it happens only about every five years, till around a mates hundredth year. Then it happens even more sporadically after that. Heats will completely stops around a mates three hundredth year.
Our physical aging actually halts in between age twenty three to thirty six, depending on your bodies prime condition, it wasn’t until you hit about five hundred and eighty to six hundred years old before you started to age again, then it takes about every two to four decades, between gradually aging. Werewolves when they reach their deathbed usually look like a very healthy human seventy, we retained most of our muscle mass and fitness because we always trained.
No mater the age, unless there was a disability that prevented that, but it was very rare for that to happen. Witches tended to live till they were about eight hundred years old, and Vampires on average reached nine hundred. O
Witches aged like Werewolves did, theirs just started about a hundred years later, and taking a decade or two longer in between once it accelerated. Vampires even older by two to three hundred years, with fifty to sixty years in between their accelerated aging. (3)
This meant even though this new Pack member looked to be my age, she could in fact be older. The way she was blushing had me curious, the way she said what she had making me think I was off about her age.
“I’m a hundred and three years old.” she says. Ok….so I was off by more than a few years. “It was the reason I decided to leave my Pack, I’m this old and have only just now met my mate.” she tells us, surprising us further
“Most of my generation and younger are migrating to other Packs to search for Mates, and our Pack is opening up to Transfers and other shifters.” she tells us “Most of my parents generation only found mates with other shifter breeds.” she pauses a moment.
“Our Pack Alpha said it’s the Goddesses way of telling us we needed new blood, so he told those of us who wanted to explore to apply for transfers, we would have to chose ourselves if they would be temporary or permanent. But he wants us all to be able to find our fated mates.” she looks at Brock.
“When I put in for my transfer, I requested here and sent my portfolio with it. I didn’t expect that I would get a job offer that matched my degrees, but the Alpha sounded excited about my education and fast tracked the transfer, it went through three days ago.” she said, her smile for Brock had Brock staring in wonderment at her “I’m so glad I did now, the Alpha’s plan worked, I found my mate.” 2
Alora motioned to me, and got all the others attention too, gesturing for us all to leave, and we all quietly sneak, if a group this big could sneak, out of the arena, leaving the two Trainers alone. 2
Luna Embers POV
After the kids had all gone to the Training Arena I turned to my Mate. “Our sons have grown into wonderful men.” I feel tears in my eyes. My boy’s were all grown up, and I knew one would be leaving very soon. His mate a Clan Alpha, with her own
Mansion. I think of that girl, it was so appropriate that my Damien was her second chance mate. He had been in love with her since he met that girl.
I’d watched their connection grow, and I watched, as out of my son’s affection, grew attraction, and not just on his part. He had kept his attraction to himself, turning his attention to protecting her, to giving her the tools she needed to survive and escape her family. It was something his father and I had been invested in immediately. The little she pup had stolen all our hearts in her first hour here.