Filed to story: Werewolfs Heartsong by Dizzy Izzy
They ordered the wolf to
– immediately go back and properly file all the documents and paperwork he had received.
Under the dual commands, Rankin would not be able to do anything but obey these orders and do nothing else till he did. The
Alpha and Luna rarely used this kind of power, they felt it was wrong to impose this much of their will upon someone. However, the pair felt that in this situation it was necessary.
The Dragon Master stood up and started around the table, he didn’t like how pale the little violet and silver eyed pup was. When
Brogden first walked in, her skin complexion had been much darker. The scent that told him she was more than just a Werewolf was getting stronger, and there was the scent of something else. When the Dragon Master was standing next to Alora, he knew what that faint scent was.
Alora was just barely aware of Brogden walking round the table to stand next to her. With a tug from the inside, Alora’s vision went completely black, and all sound fell away. All Alora could think at the last moment was, “Thank the Goddess the ringing has stopped.”
The Dragon Master had to suppress a roar of outrage when he recognized the scent on Alora, someone had used black magic on this pup. Before Brogd?n could say anything about it, the pup suddenly fell to the side out of her chair, and he had to catch her.
Serenity cried out when she saw Alora falling. Then Serenity and Darien stood up, surrounding Brogden as he gently laid Alora down on the floor. Ember let out a sound of protest and knelt on the ground next to Alora, opposite Brogden. Ember started to take Alora’s pulse and respiratory rate.
Alpha Andrew knelt next to Ember and looked down at the unconscious Alora in worry. “What happened?” he growled the question.
“I don’t know, one minute she was sitting there getting paler and paler, then the next minute Officer Terrawing was having to catch her as she fell out of her chair.” Darien said, his tone stressed.
“She’s so pale, she wasn’t this pale when we first got here.” Serenity said quietly, her soft voice full of emotion.
“Alpha Andrew, Luna Ember.” Brogden growled out their names, getting their attention. “Someone has used black magic on this pup.”
Ember jerked back a little, a snarl leaving her lips. “Black magic?! Are you positive?!”
“Can you tell what kind of spell?” Andrew growled.
“It’s a binding spell, I suspect it was placed on her at birth.” Brogden said, then he waved his hand over Alora as he said an ancient spell for revealing just such magics.
They appeared around Alora like dark smoke, intangible black links of chain crisscrossing back and forth all up and down her body. There were cracks in the chains, and more were appearing every moment.
“Chains!” Ember snarled. “They bound her?!”
Alpha Andrew growled, “Can you trace the spell back to its origins?”
“I will try.” Brogden said, then he closed his eyes and concentrated.
“Will Alora be alright.” Darien asked, hugging Serenity to him.
Darien was really upset, seeing those chains around Alora with her unconscious and so pale while lying on the ground, did something to him. Alora was a big presence in his life, like his brother Damien. It was why Darien always hoped Alora and
Damien would be fated mates.
Serenity knew Darien was upset, she would be too if it was one of her siblings laying there like this, with those horrible chains binding them. Serenity couldn’t think of anything to say to make him feel better, so she could only snuggle closer into his side and hope her touch and warmth helped him in some way.
Hearing the young pup’s question, Brogden felt a tug in his heart. The fear for their friend was plain to read in their expressions.
Brogden looked down at Alora and saw that several links of the chains binding Alora were broken completely.
With his brows raised, Brogden said “She won’t be unconscious for much longer. I cannot trace the caster of the spell but, once the chains have all been broken, she will wake up.”
…greeted with something unexpected.”
W
The scent of flowers and the gentle breeze rustling leaves, accompanied by the sound of water lapping at a shore, had Alora opening her eyes. When she opened them, she was looking up at the long drooping viny branches of an enormous willow tree blooming with bright blue flowers. The sky above the tree was a light blue, with fluffy light gray clouds floating across it.
Sitting up, Alora looked around her and saw that the tree seemed to be on a slight hill. Surrounding the tree, protected under its draping vines, were twenty rows of waist high bookshelves. The shelves were ten deep, with wide aisles carpeted in vibrantly colored creeping thyme in between. The colors of the blooms on the thyme came in varied shades blues, pinks, purples, and reds.
Ten rows of the bookshelves were made of black marble with veins of white crystal. While the other ten rows of bookshelves were made of white marble with veins of black crystal. Covering all the bookshelves, were dark green leafy vines blooming with different colored flowers.
Looking further out, Alora could see an oval-shaped pond. Lining the pond’s shore was different shades of gray river rock and stone. Stretching directly over the center of the pond, was a covered Japanese style walking bridge made of red wood. Circling the rock lined shore of the pond was a wide even path of black sand.
All of this seemed to be in a clearing surrounded by a dark forest made up of all kinds of trees. The grass in the clearing was dark green carpeted with patches of colorful wildflowers. Alora was just taking all this in and wondering how she got here when she heard the rattle of chains. Looking in the direction of the sound, Alora let out a shocked gasp when she saw Xena.