Filed to story: Werewolfs Heartsong by Dizzy Izzy
She reached out and grabbed me, then she started to drag me. I had dug my feet into the ground to keep her from dragging me further. Her nails had bitten into my skin, drawing blood.
It had hurt and I had cried from the pain. The blood had made my arm slippery, and I was able to break her hold on me. I had turned, and was running away from the river, but her friends jumped me before I could get far.
Lauren and Beatrice grabbed me by my feet, and pulled me back to the river. Agatha and Sarah where trying to get my hands, but I was punching slapping and scratching, Sarah had blood running down her cheek now and was furious, “This better not scar you little freak, I’m going to drown you, you bitch!” she shrieked.
They picked me up off the ground, Sarah slapped me so hard my ears had rung. I was dizzy, my vision blurry with tears, when they were finally able to throw me off the embankment, and into the raging river. I went under the river tossing me again and again as I fought to surface only to be able to gasp before being tossed back down by the current, I started to work my way to shore.
The water slamming me into the rock and river debris over and over. I finally caught a branch and hung on to keep the river from taking me again, gasping, trying to get my breath back, but I was battered and weak.
Trembling, but determined I used the branch to get me to the edge of a steep and muddy embankment. Clinging to the branch I started to claw my way up, mud and dirt coming away to cover me as I finally pulled myself up and out of the river. I had collapsed there at the edge of the river, in the mud, and passed out.
I came to as someone touched my shoulder turning me over, I smelled wolf.
“What happened to you little one?” a young voice asked
“Son, what are you doing in the mud get over here.” an older voice demanded
“Dad there’s a little girl here, she’s covered in blood and mud and she’s soaked.” said the young voice
“WHAT! ” I hear shouted, then there was running, the feet stopped on my other side, then he was also kneeling in the mud. “Why would a pup be out here like this?” I hear him ask in a voice filled with horror.
I was barely conscious as they continued to talked about me, sounding worried.
“She’s got marks on her face, look there’s a handprint” said the older voice.
“Dad who would abuse a pup.” asked the young voice.
“I don’t know, look at her arm, there’s a dark bruise in the shape of fingers, see the nail marks, she’s got another hand shaped bruise on her other cheek.” points out the older voice.
“Why dad? She’s just a pup, they must have thrown her into the river.” said the younger voice
“I’m afraid you’re right son, and she could have died, the river is swollen and dangerous, her legs….” the older voice trails off.
“So many bruises….” the younger voice also trails off.
“All these cuts, she must have been tossed over and over, the poor child, how did she get out of the river?” the older voice asked in wonder.
“Where did she come from dad?” the younger voice asked.
“There is a pack picnic today remember, that’s where we were heading, looks like she had on her best dress, despite what it looks like now, she must have come from there.” the older voice had said.
“Dad….that’s five miles up river.” points out the younger voice.
“I know, Goddess…she should have died, any other pup would have died, she’s incredibly lucky to have survived.” said the older voice.
“She’s got dark skin, and black hair, think maybe she belong to the Stonemakers or the Mountainmovers?” the younger voice contemplated. “They both have some people among them with tan skin…but most have brown, red or blond hair.” he added.
“There’s also us, the Moonstars, and then the Blackfires and the Shadowtails, we all have black hair and tan skin among our
Clan’s as well, but I know she’s not one of ours, and she dosn’t smell like those Clans.” Said the older voice.
“The Frost and Northmountain Families though are exclusively pale and blond for a few generations now, she can’t be one of theirs.” remarked the younger voice.
“That Clan has been purposely breeding dark coloring out, they only mate with others who have blond hair and blue eyed features son. Any family member born with tan skin or dark hair is made an outsider, or married off, still removing them from the
Families. If their fated mate has dark coloring they reject them.” said the older voice.
“That’s stupid, why do that?” asked the younger voice.
“I don’t know son, but that Clan’s practice is why I have always been at odds with that Clan. I Allister Northmountain reject his
Goddess given mate for that Ice Queen he married, because his fated was dark skinned, that Ice Queen also rejected her fated, because he’d had dark hair.” the man said, then continued
“The Heartsong Clan’s ancestor was tan, with black hair and violet eyes. It’s said that Allister and Bettina had a daughter who looked like the Heartsong’s Ancestor, the First Alpha. Probably karma for rejecting their Goddess given mates” said the older voice, grumbling the last sentence.
“Do you think this girl is her, dad?” asked the younger voice.