Filed to story: Werewolfs Heartsong by Dizzy Izzy
“Oh boy” I say out loud. “What is it love.” Andrew asks. I show him the text from Damien. “Oh boy” he copies. He thinks for a few moments, then finally says. “Might as well tell him everything. He’s only going to keep pushing till we tell him. Also Xander does need to know about Beatrice.” He finishes with a sigh.
It took several moments to type up the text, it was long, a lot has happened today. By the time I got done sending the message,
Darien had reached the Arena floor, I raised my camera in time to record him stepping onto the platform. ‘Oh my handsome boy has grown into a hansom Alpha’ I can’t help but think.
My son’s half form is broad and lean at the same time, he grew to be nine feet and six inches. His ‘hair’ was black and about nine inches long, his body fur was a bright almost white silver, his eyes are a neon blue rimed in silver. Like most Alpha wolves his muscles were large and well defined, but without being overly large. 2
To this day, do to the necessity of continued training, my mate has retained his physique. His body has filled in and broadened over the years, but he’s still the sexiest wolf alive to me. His son’s take after him, hansom devils making girls swoon and she wolves pant after them. But they both knew they had mates. So they both left the she-wolves alone.
But I know both of them had taken a tumble or two with human females. I’ve never seen them, both of my boys discreet enough to have gone a few towns over for their dalliances.
Knowing their mates could be apart of this Pack, and not wanting any strife to come about because they were burning off hormones. D
I was proud my boys had both been that considerate. Hormones in teenage wolves were difficult to manage. That’s why mates hardly went to each other virgins, most keeping it to one nights stand out of respect for their future mate. Some didn’t and it’s come back to bite them. My son’s had seen one such scene when they were young, and it obviously had stuck
Alora’s POV
As Darien was fighting his first opponent, I was thinking on the question he asked me. ‘Where had the chains come from. I wanted to know how they got there, but how to find out. I felt like this was important to know. The only way to get answerers was to ask questions.
“”Xena, do you know how we came to be bound by the chains?” I ask.
“No, they’ve always been there, since our birth” she says
“Since our birth?” I say questioningly, surprised, making me want to know why.
“Yes, since birth, there was even a chain that was supposed to keep me from coming to you” at this, I’m shocked to my core.
“What?! You mean I wasn’t supposed to be able to shift, to have you with me?” I ask her, panicked at the though of how horrendous my life would have been without having Xena, She’s all that’s kept me together during those really dark pain filled times I wanted to give up and die. I remember when I first heard her voice. 2)
Soaked in my own blood, the fire of so many wounds open. Some half healed, others new, all painful. I would cry silently wondering what I had done to deserve what was happening to me. All I wanted was to be loved, I couldn’t understand why they didn’t love me. Laying in the cold, dark and damp basement. I had heavy manacles around my wrists, they hurt, digging in and cutting into my skin. They were no longer necessary as I couldn’t even get up I was so weak. Why had they done this to me? I kept wondering, was I really that bad a child? Did I really deserve this?
All I wanted was a piece of the birthday cake made for Sarah’s birthday. So I had asked for one. Mom got so angry, she started slapping me over and over till I collapsed in tears on the kitchen floor. Then she grabbed me by my hair, pulling me back up, slapping me more and more. My face was swollen and bloody, my lips were split, my eyes beginning to blacken. She was shrieking, her words a load roar to my ringing ears. 4)
“How dare you ask for cake! You don’t deserve to have it you wretch! Your nothing but a blight, a mistake, a good for nothing worthless wretch! A horrible demon that should never have existed! It disgusts me that you came from my womb! If I could I
would kill you for the damage you’ve done!”
I didn’t know what damage, I hadn’t broken anything. I was always careful not to. I followed all directions, I didn’t disobey any directive I was given. I just wanted them to love me. I had apologized and begged her to forgive me, sobbing that I was sorry, that I would be a good girl, begging her not to hurt me any more.
I could have saved my breath, they never listened to my plea’s for forgiveness and to not hurt me. It never mattered how good of a girl I was, they always found some minute reason to punish me. Even a bad time at the grocery store would be taken out on me. Because just by being born I had ruined our family.
My mother ignoring my cries had dragged me down the stairs, each step painful to my back and brusing me further. She put the chains around my wrists. The she grabbed the whip, I new what was coming. I start screaming “Mommy no! Please no! I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’ll be good, I’ll be a good girl, mommy please, please mommy I’m sorry!”
She listened to none of it, and started whipping me over and over. I put my hands over my face, screaming, tears streaming.
With every slash opened up in my flesh by the whip, my blood flying every where, I screamed. Until I couldn’t even move, my back, my front, my legs and arms, even the back of my hands, every bit was covered in wounds.
Once I was quiet she stopped and stood there watching me bleed all over the floor. Tears falling, not a sound coming from me.
Her last words before leaving me there and walking back up the stairs. “I hope you die you wretch, you deserve it for destroying this family with your birth, filthy demon.” Why was I a demon, how could I make them love me?
Then the voice came, it was pure like a musical wind chime ‘Your not a demon, your a werewolf, and I’m here now’ she had said,
‘Who are you?’ I had asked. ‘I am Xena, your wolf’ she told me. ‘But mommy said I would never have a wolf, that I didn’t deserve one’ I told her. ‘Every child born to a werewolf has a wolf she told me ‘I’m here now, you’ll never be alone again’ she says.
‘Never?’ I ask unsure, wanting her presence to be true. ‘Never, I’ll love you, and one day you’ll have a mate who will love and accept you too’ she told me. I cried at that, I wasn’t alone anymore. You didn’t do anything wrong by being born’ she tells me.
“They are wrong, and they’re the ones who don’t deserve you.’ she had said.
That was the day I had stopped trying
to gain my families love and acceptance. That was the day I started to plan my escape from them. They didn’t deserve me, so I would take myself away from them, and live my own life free of the pain and blood that was my existence with them. I shake my head to shake off the memory, tuning back into our present conversation.
“When you first came to me I remember telling you that my mother had told me I would never have a wolf because I didn’t deserve one” I remind her.
‘That night I had been trying to break the chain that was trapping me in my ‘space’ keeping me from coming to you she tells me.