Filed to story: Werewolfs Heartsong by Dizzy Izzy
“The abuse this child has obviously suffered, was not necessary, we will find out if this was her family’s doing.” said the older voice. I was finally able to open my eyes and look at them, the young man next to me gasps when he sees my eyes.
“Is your name Alora little pup?” the older wolf asked, I had nodded my head yes, my throat hurting to much for me to speak.
“She has bruising on her neck too dad.” said the young male. He had black hair and midnight blue eyes, and pale skin, his shoulders were broad. You could tell he was going to be a giant of a werewolf when he was done growing, just as large as the older male next to me. The older male looked like the young one, only his eyes where green and there was a streak of silver in his hair at his temple, it made him look more handsome.
“Do you know who I am child.” asked the older wolf.
How could I not? I had only seen him once, but I’d felt the his power and status over me. “Alpha.” I’d croaked.
“Yes child, and this is my son Damien, we’ll get you to the Pack House, and treat you before taking you back to your family.” said the Alpha
“Dad are we really going to let them have her back?” asked Damien.
“We have no choice son, she needs to be with her family, and I can’t just take the child away.” I’d passed out again while they were arguing.
The pounding on my bedroom door brings me back from that memory. Sadly, that was not the only awful memory I carried. It was not the only scar embedded into my soul by my family, there were many, many others. I knew who had been pounding on the door, even before I heard her voice.
“Get up you wretch!” she screams, she’s always screaming at me. Half the time I think she’s forgotten my name, because she is always addressing me as “you wretch.” The ‘her’ being my mother. You would think she would call me by name. But it was a waste of time to hope for something different. I’ve known that for awhile now.
Time to get dressed and go to school, I do my best not to give in to the urge to sing in the shower. Every time I sing, my family goes into a rage. They tell me to stop screeching like a dying cat, telling me my voice makes their ears bleed. It was one more thing they used to hurt me.
I’ve become less and less tolerant of the oppressive and abusive way they treat me. I’ve been struggling to hold back, to maintain the image of a submissive and obedient she-wolf. There are only two more weeks left of school. That’s what I have to remind myself, and Xena.
“Just two more weeks Xena, and we’ll be free.” I say to her.
What exams do we have today? Xena asks.
“You know what, I believe we have our training exams today, both in human and wolf combat.” I feel her immense delight, we both like the exercise of training, of feeling how powerful we really are.
Are you going to ask me to hold back she asks, I feel her delight dim at the thought. sigh “Yeah, we’re going to have to, we are going up against the elites today, but we’re going up against them in front of the rest of the seniors.” I tell her.
That takes all the fun out of itshe whines , I feel her tail droop.
I sigh, “Yeah, yeah it does” my reply filled with my own disappointment.
Then I pause to think a moment. There was no real reason for me to hold back on my exam. “Seeing as we’re not going up against the Ice Princess, and this is the last exam, there is no real reason to hold back anymore” I felt Xena’s excitement pick back up, visualizing her tail wagging with her tongue hanging out, and her ears perked up in interest. My wolf’s antics made me laugh.
I decided that if the exam is going to be physical, I would need to dress for that, instead of the baggy track pants and hoodie I have been using to hide myself all these years. I go for the new clothes I’ve been buying with some of my earnings from the burger place.
I’m tired of hiding in this way as well. I put on a dark purple wireless sport push up bra that supports while putting my girls where they’re supposed to be. I put on a black razorback midriff tank with purple skulls and a pair of black capris leggings with side pockets down my thighs for my phone.
I french braid my hair to my neck, bind it with a dark purple hair tie then split the rest of the length in three different braids tying them up with thinner dark purple hair ties. I grab a purple wrap around skirt over the leggings and a shoulder length black short sleeved cardigan on over the tank. I decide to wear silver studs in my ears so my earrings don’t get caught while fighting.
I’m probably going to catch hell for my clothes. But I really don’t care anymore, I feel the impatience of my wolf. We’re tired of hiding. It used to be a way to protect ourselves, when we were weak, when we knew they could take it away from us. Now I have already finished my finals for the college.
I’ll be given my Doctorates and licensing as soon as I pass the exams and have graduated. There are still the official ceremonies to go to, that’s just a show. Fact is, the Alpha, and both schools are making everything official immediately after, they don’t want to take a chance that my family or Clan will find a way to prevent it all from happening.
I would get free of them, no matter what.
I was set to become the third leading Research Doctor in the Pack’s Lab’s. I would be the lead biochemist with my majors in biochemistry, microbiology and hematology. I would be in charge of my own team of researchers, and luckily for me it was a team that couldn’t wait for me to be serving over them in an official capacity, they respected my intelligence despite my age.
The best thing about being a Doctor, is it gives me a respect and nobility that my parents won’t be happy about. Because I was not their Ice Princess. I’m their dark mark, a mistake, a dark blight forced upon them. I start to grin at the thought of their faces contorted in fury over how untouchable I will become after this. I’ll no longer have to associate with them in any capacity.
Another great thing is, they still don’t know that I’ve changed my last name already. The moment I turned eighteen, I’d changed it. I had even changed my middle name. I was no longer named Alora Frost Northmountain. I was now Alora Luna Heartsong. I changed my name to with the approval of our Alpha, as It was proven I was of the Heartsong bloodline. And soon to be Doctor
Heartsong.
My new name will be announced aloud at the Graduation Ceremony, It was what would be listed on my diploma anyway. That’s one way they were going to find out. A public separation of myself and them. I was tired of the constant beatings. The emotional and verbal abuse added to the physical. Then having to hold back once I knew I could defend myself, that has become the hardest thing to do. I have been trying to remind myself two weeks, but I don’t think I can anymore.
I don’t eat breakfast with the rest of the family, they wouldn’t like eating with me anyway. They would have made sure to use the time to bring me down, to the point that I had no appetite. I ate breakfast at school, or I bought some at the little convenience store on the way to school. I love to get two of their Big Sur breakfast burritos with eggs, cheese, sausage, bacon and spicy sauce, and a bottle of orange juice, and a bottle of milk. It was an energizing breakfast for a werewolf.
My phone dings. I know it’s Darien, the Alpha’s second son and my best friend, my sister hates him, and he hates her. She tried to date him once, but he’s been firm in waiting for his mate. He’s been eighteen for a few months, he suspects he knows who she is. However he is waiting till she turns eighteen too, so that her wolf recognizes him before he approaches her. I pick up my phone and read the text.
I’m out front with the breakfast of Wolves, hurry up it’s combat exercise today
On my way out be one sec.