Filed to story: Werewolfs Heartsong by Dizzy Izzy
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It took her a few tries, but she was finally able to say her name. “Alora Northmountain.” Her tiny voice hoarse.
Damien looks up at his father, didn’t he just say that the Frost and Northmountains bred pale, blond, and blue eyed? This pop was dark skinned with black hair and her dual colored eyes were violet and siber. They enchanted him, the violet almost glowed inside the ring of silver.
Alpha Andrew ignored the question in his son’s eyes for the moment, and instead focused on Alora. “Do you know who I am,
Alora?” He asked in a gentle voice, trying not to scare her.
Damien looked back at Alora, her gaze was meeting his father’s. “Vy your thith the AL AL Alpha.” Shock was starting to set in, her teeth were chattering an hard she had barely been able to get the words out.
Damien didn’t like it, so he picked her up, uncaring about the mud and water that was now soaking into his own clothes and cuddled her close to his chest. Offering her warmth. A continuous and content rumble sounded from deep in Zane’s chest as
Damien held Alora to them, a wolfy version of a pur
The girl flinched at being touched at first, then as she settled weakly against his chest, not having the strength to protest. The rumble inside Zane resonated through his own chest and seemed to calm Alora down. Seconds later she was unconscious again.
“My darling. I need you to meet me at the entrance to the medical clinic in thirty minutes. Your son and I are bringing you an injured pup.” Alpha Andrew mind linked his mate Ember.
“What happened?” Ember asked, shocked.
“We don’t know yet, we found her by the river, it looks like she took a tumble down it and was washed up onto the banks.”
Andrew told her.
“I be here, waiting. “Ember said, her voice firm.
Damien refused to let go of the pup when they got to the car. Telling his father, he could protect Alora better than the car. Andrew couldn’t argue with that, so be allowed it.
During the drive, Andrew looked in the rear view mirror at his son, he was holding Alora to his chest, looking a little possessive of
her.
“Damien.” Andrew said his name calmly, net letting on to his worry. “What does Alora mean to you and Zane?”
They were just arriving at the hospital when Damien finally answered his father’s question.
“Zane said she is the most important thing in the world to us.” Damien said in a quiet voi
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Because it was so small, it wasn’t especially useful in terms of letting light into the basement, even if it hadn’t been dark outside.
There was only a small stream at manlight coming in from it now, the stream of light bounced off the water gathered under the leaking pipe
It made a bright enough glow, that you could see the small form of an incredibly young female chamed to the nearly support port.
Her body lay crumpled on the cold stone floor, blood covered her, and was splattered all around her. A small pool of it surrounded her.
The little female’s eyes were open, but they were lifeless. If you looked closely, you could see she was still breathing. She was covered in open gashes made from the whip her mother had used on her, bruises from the beating her father had given her, and slashes from the knife her sister had sliced her up with.
The little female didn’t know why her punishment was so harsh this time around, she didn’t remember misbehaving or breaking any rules. Her family hated her, they beat her endlessly, for every little infraction. She never understood what she had done to bring on so much h ate. None of the other pups were treated like her.
She did look different from everyone in both her mother and father’s Clan, with her dark skin, black hair and her dual colored eyes, the inner ring was a violet color, the outer ring silver. Her Clan members were all pale skinned with blond hair and blue dual colored eyes. She may look different from her Clan members, but there were other Clans with pups who had dark hair and skin, but they were all loved by their family and Clan members.
However, no one had her eye color. That fact and not having a wolf like the other Werewolves, made the little female, Alora, feel like a f reak of nature, an abommation to be erased from existence. Alora wanted to d ie, she longed for it. She thought it was the only way to escape from all her pain and torment.
Alora was desolate, full of despair and hopelessness. Tears leaked out the corners of her eyes. “Moon Goddess, please let me di e and let my soul return to your keeping.” The girl begged silently with all her heart.
She was startled when she got a reply in her head, but it wasn’t the Moon Goddess who answered her. It was something else entirely. “Td rather not di e just yet, especially when I have now finally been able to join you.” There was a faint growl in the soft feminine voice.
Panicked, Alora exclaimed, “”Who are you!” she was worried she had lost her mind.