Filed to story: Werewolfs Heartsong by Dizzy Izzy
This new development made me wonder how many more victims there were, even if the victims didn’t know it yet. Sooner or later, I was going to have to deal with this directly. The Black Magic Coven needed to be kept from rising to power, because if they did….the world wouldn’t survive it.
“The Black Magic Coven has never forgiven your family for it’s part in removing them from power, or being part of freeing the
Vampires from their control.” Augustus said in a grim tone to my mother, his words sending a bolt of foreboding through the air. le
I stand up abruptly, instincts within me guiding my action. Everyone looks at me in surprise, startled by my sudden movement, even the council member. I walk to the center of the circle and hold up one hand, the magic circle activates, it’s light was a glittery golden glow. I only had to wait a moment before a very large book came to my hand, an antique book podium rose from the ground out of the middle of the magic circle.
I placed the ancient book on the podium, the top of it was shaped like a large open book, with black iron hooks at the bottom of the tilted top to keep the book from sliding off onto the floor. The wood of the podium had deep carvings, the same intricate knots that were so apart of me, were here as well.
“What is going on?” I hear Augustus ask my mother.
“Just wait, this is Alora’s space, her sanctuary, everything in here responds to her and her mate.” mom told Augustus.
“What do you mean?” he askes her.
“She means this is big sis’s magic place, if something is coming to her in here, it’s going to be important.” Cathel said, he seemed annoyed with the Warlock. (2
I looked up from the now open book I set on the podium, Cathel’s face was scrunched adorably in his annoyance, he was glaring at the Warlock, looking at him with suspicion. The chair he sat in had a tall wide back, the seat was also wide, and deep, with curved arm rests. He looked very child like, sitting in the chair that was much bigger than he was. as
“As a Council Member, no mater the Council, you should know the Heartsong name, don’t try and convince us that you have come here to see my mother without knowing exactly who my sister is.” Asher said, his voice was even, his tone, however, was cold, his eyes angry. Asher’s chair was a copy of Cathel’s. (3)
Asher looked drastically different sitting in the chair, where it swallowed his youngest brother and made him look child like, Asher, however, fit in the chair very well. Asher had one leg crossed over the other, he had his elbow on one arm rest, and was leaning onto his raised hand, his fingers were curled with his knuckles against his cheek, his other arm loosely resting on the other arm rest.
He looked every inch the Royal Vampire right now, as did all my other siblings, even Cathel managed to look like a Royal of the
Vampires. My father looked the King he was, holding his Queen close to his side in a protective and possessive manner. O
My mate was sitting forward, with his elbows on his knees, his hands were raised with one resting over the other, his chin sitting on top of both. He looked like a King of Werewolves, his aura radiated with his strength. The Alpha and the Luna looking every inch the leaders they were, and like everyone else, looked very dangerous. The Warlock took it all in, including my cold stare.
“Witch Council Warlock Augustus Moongaurd.” Augustus flinched, as if my words had hit him when I need from you.” I was a very dangerous female right at the moment. I had so much I wanted to live for and protect now, making me willing to do anything, to anyone, who attempted to take any of it away from me.
“I did come here with the information that had been collected about Alora, at least the information that has been made public knowledge among this Pack, and what was submitted to the Councils.” he said after a moment, taking in the seriousness of everyone’s expressions.
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what information you have for us. This is not the first time my daughter Alora and her mate have had to face the Black Magic
Coven.”
He looks at me in surprise, that’s when I knew that he didn’t know anything but the surface details about me. “Witch Council
Warlock Augustus Moongaurd.” I say his full title again. “You should take a look at that painting over there, tell me what it is you see.” I tell him as I point to the painting of Luna and Lucian.
The Warlock looks at the painting, a look of shocked surprise came over his face. “That’s the daughter of the Goldlight’s first son!” he said. “And that wolf, wasn’t he the first Alpha of the Moon Mountain Pack?” he asked.
“Wait…What?” Kass said. She, like everyone else was now staring at the Warlock in surprise.
“Let me get this book to do it’s magic, then we can have story time with the Witch Council Warlock.” I say to everyone.
Everyone faced me, they watched as I said a spell over the book. This book was about the beginnings of our individual species, and our history, all of it. The book, with the spell I cast, was now displaying it’s words in images above me, like a movie in the air.
As the images are displayed, the book starts to narrate itself in an echoing female voice.
I stay standing at the podium, and silently observe the Warlock, his expressions constantly changed while the book told us of a time that was so long ago, a time ancient to even our long lived species. I only let the book go through the first few chapters, shutting it after it finished telling everyone about Luna and Lucian’s roles in the establishment of our Councils.
The Warlock stared at me for a long moment…speechless. When he finally opened his mouth to speak, the only words to pass his lips were “Who are you?”
“I am Alora Luna Heartsong, Clan Alpha of the Heartsong’s and Future Alpha of the Moon Mountain Pack…mate to Damien
Moonstar Heartsong, the Future Alpha of Alpha’s.” I tell him in a matter of fact tone. “My mate and I are the reincarnations of
Alpha Luna Heartsong and Lucian Blackfire.”
With a wave of my hand the book closes and flies back to it’s spot on the shelves, and the podium sinks down into the circle till it disappears completely, the circle went back to looking like it was just carvings in the floor. I turn away from the shocked face of the Warlock and walk back over to my mate.
He leans back against the sofa and lifts one arm up, a silent invitation. I sit down up against him, tucking myself into his side as his arm comes down and wraps around me to hold me tightly to him.