Filed to story: Werewolfs Heartsong by Dizzy Izzy
After Allister’s crimes were listed, we had another surprise. I hadn’t realized that with all the Nobles here, we also had the full
Werewolf Council here as well. The head of the Council, a very old wolf, Council Elder Malcom Stonemaker spoke.
“For your extreme abuse of a pup, a fellow pack member, a Lunar Princess, a Princess of the Vampires and our next Pack
Alpha.” getting shocked looks at their obvious agreement of the Alpha and Damien’s wishes. “You and your daughter Sarah are sentenced to death.” His tone brooked no argument, the judgment final. Allister started to beg and plead for his life. O
“Alpha you are in the clear to carry this out however you see fit, the Council will not get in your way. Justice will not be denied.” he said “Also I believe you said there is more I would need to bare witness too?” he asked. 2
“Yes, it’s about the Frost and Northmountain Clans, and their use of Black Magic and their blood bonds to the, no longer dead,
Black Magic Coven.” and the panic and fear that was now coming from those Clan members attending was palpable. “I believe we will be receiving quite a few more guests in a moment.” he says.
The Council Member smiles, and with laughter in his tone says “Well you do know how to throw and interesting party I must say
Alpha.” 5
Darien’s POV
My chest stung like a bitch. If this is just a taste of what Alora went through…I didn’t want to imagine the full extent. The nightmare Damien had been pulled into with Alora, her memory of one of her torture sessions at the hands of Sarah, had a new and horrifying meaning to me now.
Serenity was looking at me, her face worried. I wrapped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her to my side. “I’m fine my sweet, I’m an Alpha, the next Clan Alpha of the Moonstars, it would take more than this to seriously harm me.” I tell her.
She’s still frowning, silent for a moment before she looks up at me. “If she would have gotten to Cathel….” her gaze horrified as she looked at my chest, seeing the deep gash and the blood running down my front.
The dripping blood ruining the already damaged dark emerald green shirt I wore to match my mates dress. It was the same type of shirt most of the males wore. It was because it was dressy and could still display our mating marks. 2
My mates dress was gorgeous on her. It made her look like a wood nymph. It started out a very pale green at the thin straps over her shoulders, then halfway down the deep V-neck neckline it started to darken.
The body of the dress was fitted, a tulle skirt started at her hips and ended at her knees. She wore a pair of strappy high heal wedges in the same deep dark green as the last six inches of her skirt. (13
She wore her long fiery curls in a high tail, she wore simple large golden hoops and two golden chain bracelets, one on each wrist. She wore mascara and a dark green eyeliner to make her green eyes pop. o
She was beautiful, and she had a very large heart, so for her, the idea of a child receiving this wound horrified her to her very core. My mate would rip anyone to pieces who would dare to try and harm our pup.
Thinking of that, I put one of my hands on her abdomen. “You will make the best of mothers my sweet.” I tell her, already looking forward to watching her with our pup.
Would it be a girl, would it be a boy, then looking at her brothers, would it be twins? I didn’t know, but I would love it or them, I would protect and provide for whatever pups we have, however many we have.
She looks up at me and smiles, her eyes sparkling with her love, reaching me to my soul. ‘Goddess this she wolf’. I lean down and kiss her, unable to resist showing her my affection, not that I would ever want to. She was mine and they could all know it and keep their hands off. We break apart and pay attention to my father and what he was announcing.
I was shocked when father said Damien wanted Alora to become our next Pack Alpha, but at the same time I was pleased. It only seemed right, Alora was amazing, she cared so much about others and would make a great Pack
Alpha. I never wanted that responsibility, being Clan Alpha was alright. Serenity will make a wonderful Luna to my Alpha.
She was powerful, an Alpha female in her own regard. Then my father had made Allister come forward after explaining things to the Pack, and made him tell the Pack member, of not only his own atrocities against Alora, but the ones of Sarah and Bettina’s that he knew of as well. I had never been so angry.
The ground was trembling under my feet, at first I though it was my imagination. Then looking around at the other wolves I saw that many were shifting around and looking at the ground, some clutching each other for support, the ones holding on to something or someone, were standing closest to Damien’s part of the stage with Alora.
Looking at my brother I saw his wolf Zane peaking through, the ground was shaking at almost consistent intervals. It looked like my brother was really having to hold himself back. O was
Looking at Alora’s father, I saw a glow come to his eyes, it was really eerie to see the red start to glow and slowly take over the white of his eyes. There was a shadowy aura that was moving around him in a faint vapor. O
His mates eyes were also glowing, her fury could be seen in every stiff inch that spoke of a Queen who has been crossed, and the results….deadly. Her brothers were all angry, even sweet little Cathel.
I took another look at Cathel, his aura was darker than the Kings, and there was blue lightning that was sparking around him, and a white and black fire could be seen swirling around him every now and then. (2
Worried for my best friends little brother, I reached out and touched his shoulder…and then gritted my teeth through the pain of being electrocuted. It was not pleasant, and not a mistake I would ever repeat.
I take my hand off him, my mate wrapped her arms around my waist, keeping me from dropping to the ground. Cathel turned and looked at me, he looked so sorrowful realizing what had happened.
“I’m okay, don’t worry, it’s not your fault.” I tell him quickly, not wanting him to be hurt over this.
Feeling a little sore and more like a crispy french fry, then a werewolf, I was able to support myself after a moment. Allowing my mate to reach out and wrap Cathel up in her arms. “Don’t worry Cathel, your sister is safe now, she has us and all of you now.
Justice will be had.” she tells him quietly, soothing Cathel. (12