Filed to story: Werewolfs Heartsong by Dizzy Izzy
“On this we are agreed. Damien and Zone absolutely would” Axel said, having been thinking the same way Darien was “And you are right to think the would deny ever bring worthy much to have them as her mate.”
“How come yetu sound like some Ancient Council lawyer whenever you get serious?” Darien asked his wolf.
“I’m an old soul, sue me.”Axel snapped at Darien with a growl, making Darien laugh.
They pulled into the school parking lot, Alora had taken over his radio and was playing her extremely eclectic music list. His radio was currently blasting Notorious by Neoni. The base was turned up loud enough to shake the doors if they were not properly insulated. An upgrade he got after the first car ride with Alora
She liked her music loud enough to drown out her own thoughts sometimes. Using it as a type of therapy when she couldn’t take it anymore. He knew she had more than a few songs that helped talk her away from suicide.
They say music can save people, seeing it do just that for his friend, more of a sister really, had him making a lot of sound specific changes to his vehicles, and having more than a few requirements when it came to their motorcycle gear. Like linking
Bluetooth motorcycle helmets with surround sound and ambient sound capability
He always carried some kind of headphones or earbuds with him, as well as a portable speaker, with bass boost of course, in his pack. Alora did too, she’d been gifted a lot of her tech. It wasn’t just his brother who loved and adored Alora, his parents did too.
Alora may not think it possible, but to them, she wasn’t just another Pack Wolf, she was family.
I parked the car, but didn’t turn off the car completely yet, just the motor. Darien could see Alora was lost in thought, her face didn’t show any expression, but he knew not to look at Alora’s expression when it came to judging her mood. His brother said it all those years ago.
“Her eyes talk even when her face doesn’t.” Damien had looked so sad when he said that, but then, he had caught her trying to slit her wrists by the river earlier that day
Damien had said he knew something was wrong the moment he met her eyes that morning, when she disappeared from school, he immediately went looking for her. When things got to be too much, the spot where Damien and his father had found Alora the day they met, was her go-to place.
Damien had gone there first, and said he took the knife from her just in time. Alora never actually told them what was happening at home, they could only guess. With her haunted eyes, and the willingness to end her and even her wolf’s life, they could only assume the worst.
Alora didn’t have any scars though, he had seen her with an injury so deep, it should have left a scar, but it did not. The moment
Alora healed, it was like nothing happened. Making it quite easy for her family to hide the severity of their abuse. He had never heard of that happening to any species except Vampires. With Vampires, every scar they did have was worn on their Sprites skin, not their humanoid skin.
“Are you absolutely positive Allister is your father?” Darien asked Alora.
The song had ended, and he had turned the car off. Darien’s abrupt questioning of her parentage had Alora snapping out of her thoughts and looking at Darien with a wry grin on her face.
“Unfortunately.” Alora answered.
“What about Bettina, surely she’s not your real mother?” Darien asked in a hopeful tone.
Looking at her, goofball of a friend, Alora’s smile got bigger. “I wish, but your mother is the one who delivered me, so even the can verify that truth.” Alora said with amusement, laughing at the overly exaggerated expression of lost hope on Darien’s face.
“What are yeni prong l? do when par porviti int abonat prut neme dange today? Durien asked Alora
“They I probably lose their s h it” Alora said, her tone sounding grim. “But you know, I an honestly done caring about what they dink anymore. I’ll be free of them after them ruata”
Darien thenght it was about time, Alora and Darien got out of the car, and stood leaning against the passenger side. They were at the school early, so there were only a few other cars in the lot belonging to students like themselves, the rest were teachers or staff of the school.
Aloma was finishing the coffee he had grabbed with her order. A thai latte made with dark organic beans, sweetened with trovia, and topped with a frothy layer that was half coconut milk, half oat milk. Darien called Afora a coffee snch more than once, but she would laugh and deny that she was
“So now that you’re not caring about how they will react to your name change, are you also no longer caring about what Sarah thinks or says anymore?” Darien asked her.
Alora offered him a smirk. “I only care about Sarah enough to avoid her and her possy.” Alora sald in a dry tone. “Other than that, the answer is yes, I’ve stopped caring about the fi lth that spews from that banther’s mou th.”
Darien threw his head back and laughed. Alora had a half smirk on her face. She eyed making her friend laugh, he always looked so carefree when he did. Today he had worn loose black cargo shorts with a quick release buckle, a black tank top and black canvas slip on shoes.
His slightly shaggy hair with enough curl to make him look devilish was as black as his brothers with the same dark blue highlights in the sun. Durien was a tall woll at seven foot six, and his broad body was tightly packed with lean muscle. flis skin complexion was a toasty tan color. He had a long straight lupine nose and a broad full mo uth, his dual colored eyes, copies of his brother’s, were lined with thick black lashes more than a few females were jealous of
The air was slightly humid, just enough to tell of a coming storm. The weather was warm enough to go without the sweater, but she was only wearing it so the didn’t feel so exposed. The smell of flowers was everywhere. Everywhere you looked there was a burst of colors. The trees, and bushes were lush with leaves and flowers.
Plant life in Pack Territory was thick, what grass was visible was deep green and thick. When you could see the bark of trees through the foliage, it was deep brown and moss covered. The earth here was dark, sometimes black, and extremely fertile.
Alora leaned her head back and looked up at the cloudy sky, their colors ranging from white to dark gray. “There’s definitely going to be a storm soon.” Alora said, her voice soft
It sounded like she was just making an observation about the weather, but Danen knew better. It made him a little sad to know his friend was about to go through some rough times soon because of her family.
“Don’t forget, you will always have me, Damien, my mom, and my dad to back you up. All you have to do is say the word.”
Darien told her.