Werewolf’s Heartsong by Dizzy izzy

Chapter 166

Alora’s POV

Agony wracked my body as the drugs burned through my system, they spread a spell in my blood stream as they made their way through me, this was the first thing 1 became aware of as I regained consciousness. I concentrated on what the drugs were and the spell they brought were doing to my body. The drugs paralyzed me initially, and knocked me unconscious, preventing my natural ability to block the spells they laid down after.

With the spells I felt chains wrapping around Selena and Xena. They were no where near as strong as the ones that had trapped them originally. If I had my strength we could have easily broken them, but that was why the drugs, the magic left behind carried the feel of black magic. Knowing this allowed me to guess at who my

capture was.

I became aware of the cold stone my back was against, and the chains wrapped around my arms holding my body up, and cuffs around my ankles. I seemed to be hanging from the chains wrapped around my arms, so I knew I was against a wall. I probably wouldn’t be staying against this wall for long after I was awake,

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The drugs kept my body limp, and I kept my breathing deep and calm, as if still unconscious. I was able to analyze the content of the drugs as they finished laying down their spell. I felt it the moment my limbs were no longer paralyzed by the drugs, but I might as well have been a human child with the weakness they left behind.

If they used the same formula again it wouldn’t work, but the damage was already done. I was more grateful now then ever before that I had set up the safe guards

that I had. It might be awhile before I could get myself out, but I would.

I tried to break through the spell keeping me from my mate, but it was no use, I was too weak at the moment, and my magic was blocked as well, I couldn’t even draw from the rings, that was when I realized they were no longer on my fingers.

Those rings had so much power stored in them, they would be dangerous in the hand of anyone with ill intent. Then I remembered that only a blood relation would

be able to use them, that didn’t make me feel much better. The only consolation was Sarah wouldn’t be able to use the power in them against me.

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Luckily the spell meant to keep me from communicating with my other selves was unable to actually do so. It was the only one of the spells we were able to avoid, because we already had a defense against this spell. It had the same components to the one placed on us at infancy. I was able to take my self to our space, they were not able to separate it, no one could, not now that it’s already melded together once.

Selena was still in a meditative pose, the spherical balls of power representing our pups still in front of her. But now there were black chains coming from the ground to wrap around her, holding her in place. Xena had a thick chunky black metal collar, and multiple chains came from the ground, connecting to the collar, holding her in place.

for the moment. I looked at the floating spheres of power in front to Selena, just staring at them, absorbing the importance

saw the same determination blazing out of their eyes, felt it in our combined emotions. We will do everything

eyes were still closed when I heard what sounded like a metal

and I’m tired of waiting! When I didn’t immediately respond another slap came, this time to my

slut!”

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lift my head and glare at her, I immediately focus on the chain around her neck, she’s wearing my rings on a necklace around her neck. If my hand

them from her throat.

more, so she slapped me again, I felt my lip split and blood started to drip down my chin. I snarled at her, and tried to jerk forward, but the chains kept me against

“Your nothing!” slap. “Trash!” slap. “Nothing but a whorel slap. “You

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her eyes. She actually seemed to get a high out of torturing people, I truly believed she

it impossible for her to even touch it. Only two people could

put them on my thumbs this time instead of my middle fingers, and place a spell on them. They would become like a second skin, if that skin was made

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slap me repeatedly, again and again. Her face became twisted with her rage, made frighteningly grotesque and she started screaming at me, her shrieked words blended together becoming indiscernible.

answer you while her face is being slapped over and over again. I peak out through my braids, which

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with cement walls and ceiling. Looking across from me, I could make out three cells, assuming this side was the same,

came from either the long florescent lights in the hallway separating the two sides, or the small thickly barred windows in each cell. My chains were attached to some kind of hook and pulley system installed in the cement ceiling, meaning I could be up against the wall like I currently

stench surrounded him, the amused smile on his face was cruel, and an evil glint was in his eyes. This male was a Warlock, if not for his inherent evil, he could have

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There would be no rescue coming from this male, not that I really had that hope in the first place. His eyes traveled over my body, from head to toe, I couldn’t help but shiver in

and amused smile stretched wider, this male wasn’t just a psycho, he was a sadist, one worse than even Sarah. I made sure

only seemed to intrigue him more, if he were Sarah, seeing this look on my face would have sent him into a rage. Unfortunately, this was not Sarah, and seeing

floor

The only thing about him not black, was