Filed to story: Werewolfs Heartsong by Dizzy Izzy
Their regret over how they handled this situation was immediate. They had observed the Alpha of Alpha’s becoming increasingly hard to manipulate and suppress. They had known for a while now that they had to be careful in their attitudes towards Alpha
Andrew. Today had been a very bad day to forget those facts, and the cost of forgetting could very well be more than just their dignity.
There were a number of reasons having investigators from other Council’s here would be very bad for them. Clan Alphas Frost and Northmountain glared at Bettina, Allister, and Sarah. They firmly believed this situation would never have happened, had they not failed in their mission so badly.
“One more thing.” Alpha Andrew said, his wolf Belfrost, still speaking with him. “Neither you two, nor any other Council members from the Frost and Northmountain Clans, are allowed to interfere or preside over any part of this investigation.”
Defeat was not something the two Alphas had felt for several decades. They had nearly forgotten what it felt like. This defeat, however, was the worst they had suffered in their lives. They felt as if everything the Frost and Northmountain Clans had worked toward these last ten generations, was now going up in smoke.
Alpha Andrew glanced around, looking at each one of the offending wolves briefly, before nodding in satisfaction. Turning he faced Alora, his expression warming with his affection for Alora. “Are you ready to go?” he asked her.
Alora had stood there, like a dispassionate observer as Alpha Andrew had brought her worst tormentors to heel. They had been the big bad monsters in her life for nearly all of it. To see them brought so low now, should have had her feeling vindicated. Alora was sure she would feel it later, but now, all she felt was numb. She had so many emotional upheavals and revelations today, she was still trying to process them.
Alora nodded to the Alpha, she was more than ready to leave this place and never see it again. “I have everything, Alpha
Andrew.”
Alpha Andrew’s gaze darkened with worry. He knew this day had been hard on Alora, now he was worried it had been too hard.
“Alright Alora, you the twins and Darien head out to the SUV. I’ll be out to join you in a moment.”
Relief swept through Alora when the Alpha said that. ‘Huh? Look at that. I can still feel something after all.’ Alora thought. Not wanting to stay there a second longer, now that she and the others were dismissed from the situation by the Alpha, Alora nodded and then quickly hurried out. Hopping back into the front seat of the SUV, she tossed her duffle bag on the floor next to her backpack.
Reaching into her backpack, Alora grabbed out her headphones and quickly put them over her ears. Grabbing out her phone and turning on her headphones, they connected to her phone right away. “Thank Goddess for seamless technology.’ Alora said internally. She picked the first song that showed up on her music app and turned the volume all the way up. The others would hear it, but Alora didn’t care, she was drowning, and the music was her anchor to desperately needed sanity. (1
Closing her eyes she leaned her head back against the headrest of her seat, letting out a sigh of relief as the first few beats blasted out. Then her lips twitched with a wry grin, the song was ‘Born a Rockstar’ by NEFFEX. Opening her eyes to look down at her phone, she pressed the ‘UP NEXT’ icon. The next two songs were also by NEFFEX ‘Statement’ and ‘Soldier’, followed by
Danheim’s ‘Ivar’s Revenge’ and Wardruna’s ‘Lyfjaberg.’
It was an interesting start to her playlist to say the least. Leaning her head back and closing her eyes, she relaxed again. Alora figured they would arrive at the Moonstar Mansion while ‘Lyfjaberg’ was still playing. Hopefully her headphones, closed eyes, and the loud sound of her music, was enough to stave off any more interactions till they got to the Mansion.
To Darien, it was obvious Alora was on an emotional overload. The headphones and the music were not the first sign, they were just the most in your face sign. Kain and Galen looked at Alora worriedly, before they turned to look at Darien with questioning gazes. Darien saw them out of his peripherals and let out a sigh.
“She’ll be fine, she’s just overloaded. All we need to do is let her anchor herself by listening to her music.” Darien said. ‘Although,
I wish Damien were here.’ Darien added silently to himself.
Alpha Andrew climbed into the SUV shortly after them. He looked at Alora and frowned worriedly, the waves of stress that wafted from Alora were almost visible. Alpha Andrew wanted nothing more than to gather Alora up in his arms and tell her everything would be alright. That she had him and Ember by her side, that they would be there for her when she needed them.
Darien saw the emotional look on his father’s face. “Get us home dad. The best thing we can do for Alora right now is to get her the hell away from this place.”
Alpha Andrew glanced back at Darien, now worried about his youngest as well. “Are you alright?” he asked.
Darien shook his head. “No. No I’m not. But I will be…once we get home.” Darien swallowed. “I need my mate.”
Alpha Andrew nodded. He knew intimately how his son felt. Putting the vehicle in gear he got them ‘the hell aw
Before the Alpha had left the Northmountains, he told them and their two Alphas, that the Vampire Council would also be informed of their transgression and abuse to one of their Royal Bloodline. That was not a light charge, and only cemented the reasoning to have the Supernatural Council involved. However, they were still not understanding why the Alpha would involve the Witch’s Council, but they had a suspicion.
Alpha Frost had been the one to ask the question of why the Alpha was bringing the Witch’s Council into this. His words as he walked away from them only confirmed their suspicion. “For the use of Black Magic.” Alpha Andrew said, not retracting his aura until he crossed the threshold, closing the front door behind him.
The Northmountains sat terrified in their own urine as they looked at their two Alphas. They had good reason to be terrified, their actions had just brought down the Alpha of Alpha’s and all the councils of the supernatural world down on the heads of both
Clans. There was no way they would be walking away from this unscathed.
Inside Bloodmoon Castle on Bloodmoon Mountain. The Royal Capital of all Vampire Territories.
King Sebastian Silver Dayblood sat in his office behind his large ornate centuries old desk. The desk was made from ironwood, with intricate designs carved into the legs, drawers and handles of the desk. The room was made up of a white stone brick, the material for such bricks only found in Bloodmoon Mountain. The ceilings were high, both it and the walls framed and braced by large thick ironwood beams.
Mounted on the wall behind King Sebastian, was an elegantly carved linier sword rack made of dark cherry wood. In the rack rested two Nodachi swords sheathed in black lacquered scabbards made of ironwood. The braided cotton wrapping the handles of the Nodachi swords was black and purple. Painted in the middle of the scabbards of the Nodachi swords were white, blue, and purple moon flowers.
The cast metal hilt was shaped into a flame, inlaid in one hilt was blue sapphires, in the other purple amethyst. The mouthpieces and knobs of the scabbards were also made of silver, inlaid with iridescent white pearls. The bridges wrapped around the throats of the scabbards were made of silver, they were long and had two loops. Engraved into the silver of both were the images of a wolf inlaid with onyx, howling at a moon inlaid with pearls.
Underneath these swords there was a plaque that told you the names of the swords, and who they should have belonged to.
“The swords of the deceased eldest child of King Sebastian Silver Dayblood.’