Filed to story: Werewolfs Heartsong by Dizzy Izzy
I smile at his irritation a moment then it falls off my face. “Alora had a nightmare, a memory, about one of the times she was locked in those peoples basement.” I tell him, my voice rough with emotion.
My father looks grim “What happened?” he asks me.
“I got pulled into it…Sarah was carving her up.” My voice a growl, the ground trembles a little, I breath through my fury, trying to keep calm.
My father looks at me with understanding, anger in his own gaze. “Let’s go to the training arena.” he says.
He turns and looks at all the males left behind by their mates while they had a girls day out. “Let’s all go to the training arena.” he says.
Master Brock is looking at me, a serious look on his face. “I need you to tell me everything you saw in that nightmare.” he says.
Alora meant a great deal to Master Brock, to my father as well, my father nods his head, needing to know as well, so does
Darien, he’d been Alora’s best friend for almost ten years now. Her Beta, Gamma, and Enforcers look serious as well.
I nod at them all, “Okay, I’ll tell you, but lets get to the training arena first.” we would all need the physical activity after.
We get out to the training arena, and I tell them everything in the nightmare. They all listen, and are all angered and horrified that a fellow Pack member would be that sick and we not know it. Sarah and her parents needed to be dealt with. (2)
I didn’t tell Darien that the episode was because he had cornered Sarah that day, trying to get information on where Alora was, when she didn’t show up for school her third day in a row, I didn’t know how he would take that, but a wolf that sick in the head didn’t need a logical reason to carve someone up, and Alora had been very convenient.
Needing to burn it off, I go up against my father and Master Brock, needing the hard training session against these two fierce fighters, so I would be able to make it through the banquet, without ripping those people to pieces. Father had invited them for one thing. To show them how far from their reach Alora now is, and to emphasize how much trouble they and their Clans are in.
We take a break for showers and lunch, our females still out, all of us getting texts and updates about how they were doing, and that they were all definitely having fun on their girls day out. O
I was sent a picture of Alora smiling and laughing freely and unrestrained by my Gamma Beatrice. Her message was “Your mate is glowing now Alpha, we will keep her safe and happy till we return her to you.”
I smile and save the picture, setting it as my lock screen. She was sitting on a window bench of a dress shop, the sun shining on her as her eyes sparkle with joy, her smile is wide and bright. She was glowing, and I loved it. She had definitely needed this day.
I sent Beatrice a message that said “Thank you for Alora’s picture.”
Then I send a message to Alora. “I love you my Starlight.” not able to resist telling her the feelings overflowing inside my heart.
The girls would be out for at least a few more hours, they had eaten out at a restaurant for their lunch, Alora having sent me a picture of her food when I asked if she was getting enough to eat. Making sure my mate ate well may seem like a small thing, but to a wolf, a well fed mate, meant a well provided for mate.
It was a males pride and duty to make sure his mate and pups were all well fed and healthy. That they had a pest free dwelling, and that they had decent clothes to wear, they didn’t have to be expensive, just in decent condition. Being wealthy had it’s perks, but money wasn’t everything to Werewolves, their family was. That’s why Alora being abused as she was, was so horrifying to all of us. 3
The door bell to the house rang, I look to the clock, it’s only three in the afternoon, the banquet wasn’t until nine tonight, and our females wouldn’t be back till around five or six. Rick, my fathers Gamma, brought in a very aristocratic looking couple. The man was six foot eight, lean and broad with solid muscle, his posture straight as an arrow. He has waist length long white hair. His eyes white with red rims.
The female at his side was only a little taller than Alora, maybe five ten or five eleven. She had hip length golden blond hair, a soft golden peach skin color, and her eyes were gold, rimmed in silver. 2
The male was a very powerful Vampire, the female a powerful Witch, this was a couple you didn’t fuck with, or you would regret finding yourself on the wrong side of their wrath.
It only took me a few moments to realize who I was looking at, and with a fervent hope I didn’t wind up on their bad side, I go to greet my mates father and stepmother. 2
Alora’s POV
Dress shopping had been a lot of fun, we did what Kass and Bella called dress up shopping first. This was where they would find the outfits they found the gaudiest and ugliest. They would then put on a mock fashion show. O
I couldn’t help but laugh at some of the outfits, gestures and poses they would make in them. I got talked into trying a couple of outfits, and even the Luna had tried on a burnt orange pant suit.
She had laughed saying “I look like I escaped from a human prison.” And she did, the orange clashed something awful with her red hair, orange was definitely not her color.
I wound up wearing some vomit yellow, high waist cotton pants, with sick green colored flowers, and a mustard yellow V-neck sleeveless top. It made my skin look kind of yellowish, and it made me want to vomit looking at it, so when I came out.
I made poses with exaggerated ‘it stinks’ and puke gestures. I was getting laughs and giggles from the girls. We each had fun, picking out outfits more horrifying than the last before we head over to the dress department.
It took a while, but I found the perfect dress, two actually, only one I would save for the graduation ceremony in two weeks. The first one, the one I would save, was a knee length dress with a smooth form fitted bodice with a tulle skirt starting bellow my hips.
It had thin double straps holding it up, and a deep V-neck stopping midway down my breasts. 2
It’s color starts out a bright almost white, silver, before gradually darkening to a deep black the last six inches of the skirt. Silver glitter started under the breast of the bodice and went all the way down to the end of the skirt. I picked out a pair of shiny six inch wedge heals, with silver ribbons that crossed back and forth up the calf, tying in bows on the back of my calf. 3
The second dress was a floor length gown, the bodice was form fitting all the way to mid thigh, before a tulle skirt started, going all the way to the floor. It also had thin double straps holding it up, with a deep V-neck all the way down to mid breast.
Showing a healthy amount of cleavage without baring everything. It started out a pale lavender, before the purple gradually darkened the further down the bodice it went, the last six inches of the skirt a purple so deep it was black. 2
