Filed to story: Werewolfs Heartsong by Dizzy Izzy
“I’m your wolf, my name in Xena The female voice said, introducing herself to the little female.
“But…but… was born without a wolf”Alora said, her small child-like voice trembled with disbelief.
For Alora, it was easier to believe she had gone insa ne and was hearing voices, than it was for her to accept that she was lied to all her young life, and really did have a wolf.
“You were born with a wolf, I just haven’t been able to come to you until now. I have been sealed away until tonight.” Xena told
Alora. Xena’s voice, like Alora’s, was young, the growl in it sounding cute instead of intimidating.
“You know my name?” Alora asked Xena, feeling surprised.
Xena thought this was a s illy question at first, but then she had been sealed away from Alora since their birth. “I may have been sealed away, but I was aware of our life the entire time, I’m a part of you and know your name.” Xena explained to her.
Xena’s soft growling voice and her warm presence was beginning to sooth Alora, her intense longing for death fading to the background for now, “You said you were sealed away? How did you get free?” Alora asked
Her curiosity now peaked as she started to accept that she did indeed have a wolf, she was no longer a wolf less pup.
Excitement over that fact began to build in her.
Xena felt her humanoid form’s curiosity, her and Alora were two sides of one being. Two souls, one shared body that transformed from a humanoid form to that of a wolf or their shared Lycan form. Their Lycan form would be their most powerful and deadliest of their three shapes.
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Aloes sat up straight in bed, startled out of the dream. Xena’s cryptic answer to her question all those years ago fading away the slapped at her alarm clock, her was the werent way to wake up, not only did her body shake. The alarm sounded so much like the fryers at work, it made her feet like she needed to mach into a kitchen to dish out fresh fries. heart shil racing
Nothing was more annoying than dreaming that you were at work when you are not at work. There you are, standing there in your dream, pushing the button to turn off the fryer alarm, only for it to keep going. Then you start to realize, you are not at work, you are at home in bed, and it’s not the fryer’s timer going off, it’s vour alarm clock
Alora didn’t usually need the alarm clock, she rarely slept more than two hours at a time at most when she managed to fall
asleep at home. If you could call this plaor a home. According to the romance novels she occasionally read, the rare time she read a fiction novel, a home was a place you felt loved, and safe in. That was not this place
Hopping out of her rarely used bed. A tiny twin size that belonged to her older sister when her sister was a small cub. Alora brushed her hair, this took a while, as the thick midnight black strands reached just above her hips Alora took her showers at school, or the research lab she interned at, never at the house. She had interned at the lab last night after she had gotten off work from her fast food job at Wolf’s Bite Burger Palace
Normally she would have slept at the lab for four hours before sneaking back in through the second floor patio door.
Unfortunately, Alora had done that one too many nights in a row, and it was noticed. Based on the text message Alora got from her mother Bettina, accusing Alora of being a harlot and staying out at all hours of the night bring a pro stitute.
So, Alora had to report home by eleven the night before, and spent most of the night studying, before she finally gave in to exhaustion. Alora had tucked her chair under her tiny bedroom’s doorknob, set her refurbished alarm clock, and passed out for two hours.
Alota looked at herself in her dingy cheap, supposedly full length, mirror hanging on her closet door. Her room was adjacent to the attic, an eight by eight with only a seven foot ceiling. A tight Et for a six foot nine Werewolf. There was no window, the only light was a tiny lamp on the tiny desk in her room. The only other piece of furniture besides her bed and desk chair.
Alora was fit, like most Werewolves. She had lots of evenly toned muscle. She had an hourglass figure with broad shoulders, heavy breasts with wide hips and a bottom that balanced out with her top. Her large luminescent eyes matched her face better now that she was grown, they no longer took up most of her face anymore.
High cheekbones paired with an angled jaw and a gently pointed chin framed a long straight almost lupine nose, and a generous m outh with full plump lips. Her laps a natural dusky rose was accentuated by her milky caramel colored skin complexion
Alora was not delicate looking like her mother and sister, who only came in at five foot nine and five foot ten. Alora’s body matched her height. Her father had to look up to her as he was only six foot seven, he was also one of the rare few Werewolves who could be called overweight.
Alora put her hair back in a french besid, but when she reached for her usual extra huggy track pants and overly large hoodie, she paused. Alora always worn thin kind of attire to hide, and not for the first time, Alora wondered why she continued to do so.
She had her body to avoid the ridicule her mother and sister gave her, and the lecherous looks from her father. However, that has never worked for her. Her mother and sister still call her a wh ore, and a shot. The baggie clothes just make them think she was also fa t, and her father still shot lecherous glares at her voluminous chest and a ss.
Alora had started buying clothes with what little money she was allowed to keep out of her paychecks from the Wolf’s Bite Burger
Palace. They were clothes the was planning to start wearing when she was finally able to mese mot if the house Alors thought of as a h ell h ole.
She was also saving up for a car and was glad her best friend Darien pushed her to get her driver’s license, even without owning a car. There was a professor at the Packs University of Medical, Science, Technology and The Arts, or MSTA for short, that let
Alura borrow her car when she needed to go to a faraway science event that required personal transportation to get to
Alora opened her tiny closet and brought out a small dark purple athletic duffle bag Alora had purchased months ago. Every new item of clothing she had slowly collected was folded up neatly and placed inside this duffle bag. There was also a large galaxy print camping pack, in the closet, it was big enough to carry everything else that was important to her.
Her laptop, an Acer Nitro 5, would definitely be going with her. Her journals of medical formulas and all her notes on her current experiments at the Pack’s Medical Lab were already packed. She would pack up her laptop before leaving the house. All of
Alora’s toiletries were always stored in the bag because she never took showers at home, along with a spare pair of shoes.
Alora pulled out a set of clothes from the bag. A pair of short black denim shorts, with thick silver colored functional zippers from the hem to the waistband went up both sides of the shorts. A quick release snap kept the rippers from sliding down. They also had a normal front fly with zipper and silver colored button, Inside was a soft cotton liner on the crotch of the shorts to protect a female’s lady bits.