Filed to story: Werewolfs Heartsong by Dizzy Izzy
The kitchens had windows every few feet along a wall that spanned one entire wall in each of the four dinning areas, one per wing.
They should look like a cafeteria, but for the decor, thick wooden furniture and plush cushioning on the chairs in warm colors.
The dark wood floors and the gentle but warm colored paint on the walls, under the pictures and ancient paintings, made them almost intimate. Each dinning hall exiting onto patio spaces in the courtyard, the tall wide glass doors all along the exterior sides of the Dining Halls letting in light and providing beautiful views. 2
Alora led us into the massive courtyard in the center of the mansion. On this side of the mansion, all the floors had a wrap around deck, the top deck being covered by the extended roof of the mansion. There were winding stairways at regular intervals all around, leading from the top deck to the bottom one and then out into the courtyard.
There were winding pathways through all the different gardens that made up the massive court yard. There were white stone benches spread out sporadically along the paths so you could stop and enjoy the gardens.
The path Alora took us on lead to the large Koi pond and the Japanese Style walking bridge that curved up over the pond, the pathway continued a few short steps on the other side, before curving to the right, we were directly in front of the willow tree.
The path stopped at a wide and long white stone bench, the bench faced the pond, the ground under the bench raised up higher than the pond, the willow being at the top of a small incline, it was a perfect spot to watch the Koi.
There were beautiful carvings all over it, a lot of intricate knots, some forming wolves in different stages, running, howling, laying down, standing. There were small Stars and Crescent Moons outlining the intricate knots on both sides.
It was amazing work, and I felt immediately attached to this bench and the art work. Alora stopped and looked at me when she felt me slowing to a stop in front of the bench. I use her hold on my hand and draw her to my side. Letting go of her hand, I wrap my arm around her waist.
“This bench…” I say, my voice is husky and deep “I feel like it’s important to me.”
She stills as she studies the bench, then after a while seems to melt into my side. “That’s because it is special, they made it together, a near century long labor of love.” she says softly.
Her warm feelings coming through the bond filled me up with her warmth and love. So this is why this bench is so important to me. Then I noticed Zane. He was sitting there, quietly studying the bench, looking at it fondly, surrounded in a black nebulous like always.
He never showed me his ‘space’ telling me “I’ll show you someday, when the time is right.” I’ve never understood why my wolf always sounded like an old soul to me…but I was starting to have my suspicions.
‘Zane, what do you know about this bench?’ I asked him.
‘Our Starlight would lay on the ground under this Magic Grandmother Willow tree and watch the Koi for hours, it was her favorite spot’ He said “We didn’t want her to have to lay on the ground, so we made her a bench and had a cushion fashioned, to lay on top of it…we made t could hold her, and share in the peace this place brought her.” * he paused a moment.
“One day, we decided that the bench looked too plain, and we wanted to make it look special, for her. So for hours a day, while she watched the Koi we would carve the knots into the bench.” His voice full of remembered emotions.
“Then one day she started to do her own carvings, surrounding ours, encasing them in her love of us. It took years as we did all this with our claws, one more element to show our love, this became our special place.” his voice was rough with his emotions.
“Have you always been my wolf?” I asked him.
‘I was created the day your soul was conceived into existence, and I have been reincarnated with you every time since, and will continue to be for all eternity.” he tells me “Just as Selena and Xena were created at the moment of her souls conception…. it’s why it takes a specific hybrid among the Heartsongs for her to come
“Are we always born with her, or have we lived without her?” I asked him.
‘No, we are always born within ten years of each other, and if she were to pass away before we met her, we would die within a few years without our mate’ he tells me, their was a grim quality to his tone. “We were meant to come together in your grandfathers time, but a landslide took her life before we could meet, one caused by unnatural means.” he tells me. 2
I remembered my grandfather telling me about how his older brother had perished young, and without a mate, he had died at nineteen, of an unknown wasting sickness, a few years after the landslide I knew he must have been talking about. The landslide was still an unsolved mystery in the Pack, it had killed many wolves that day. (10
Damien’s POV con’d
I was thinking over all Zane had said as Alora pulled us off in the direction of the willow, once at the base of the tree, she reaches up and pushes on a very distinctive knot in the tree, and a barley perceptible door opened leading inside the tree, to a massive library, that spiraled up and up. 2
The tree was a hollowed out circle in the center, the book shelves lining the ‘walls’ from a the ‘floor’ of the tree to the ceiling.
Each single story level of shelves had wide wrap around balconies in front of it, with four ladders that were attached to the shelves and slid side to side for each. 2
This place had magic in every single nook and cranny. I saw a painting of Lucian and Luna cuddling on the bench out front, in a cut out of the first floor shelving right across from the door way. It felt like this place had been dormant for a while and was sad about it. There was a large carved circle of magic in the middle of the floor, I wondered what the spell was for.
I hadn’t known this place existed, when she said the mansions library, I had assumed she meant the three story library, that was actually in the mansion. How had this come to be here, Alora had let go of my hand when we got in here. I look around at the shelves as she goes up the single massive back and forth stairway that went all the way to the top balcony, she stopped at the third floor. O
Looking at the cases I noticed all the shelves had carvings etched into them, as did the few rectangle top tables set in front of the few couches, with two chairs one on each end of the tables. There were only ten of these seating areas. Lucian and Luna’s carvings continued in here on these shelves, and on one of the seating sets, the others looked similar, but each carving was different.
That’s when I noticed the pattern, for each floor there was a painting of a couple, each one had different names, and sometimes the male had blue or green eyes, but otherwise they all looked almost exactly like Lucian and Luna, like Alora and I, with those same mating marks.
One table for each floor, one painting for each floor, the carvings belonging to the couples in each painting. The first floor represented our first life, the other floors after, represent all of our past reincarnations, where we met and mated.
That means their will be one more floor, created for me and Alora, one more seating set, with our own carvings. Looking around this floor I see other paintings, they show the couples in all of their shifted forms. Stepping closer to the center of the room, but
not in the circle of magic, being cautious of it. I take a look at each floor. Each floor had the same type of painting in the same spot as the floor below them, there was nearly no difference between the shifted forms in each of their reincarnations, the differences kept to our human forms. enc
I didn’t realize I had backed into the circle, till it started to glow. I looked down studying the circle, feeling like I needed Alora on this circle with me. She had come down and stood in front of the circle, a large and really old Magic Tome under one arm.