Werewolf’s Heartsong by Dizzy izzy

Chapter 168

Damien’s POV

I was sitting in my office behind my desk in an antique looking office chair. It was large with a dark brown suede covering and dark cherry wood underneath. Alora had immediately loved the chair, when she curled up in it to do business, she looked so adorable.

The desk was large and antique, another item Alora had showed a lot of appreciation for. I felt the need to be surrounded by the things she liked and used on a daily bases, it was the reason I was working in her office, and not mine..

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I was reading the reports that had come in from the wolves I had sent to the forbidden region’s only nearby town. They did find evidence that Sarah had been there, and we got descriptions and pictures of the other females she had been with, the last time she had been seen in town.

Unfortunately any traces of where they had gone after were gone, the lead became dead end. We tried to have a trace done to the cell phone number the pictures Sarah sent had come in from, but nothing came of it. I was hitting wall after wall when it came to this..

If only our bond wasn’t so closed off, I would be able to follow it to her. At the moment I could only feel it if I went completely still and concentrated extremely hard. Even then all I could do was feel that she was alive where ever they had her, for now….that had to be enough. At this point, that knowledge was all that was keeping me going, it’s all that had allowed me to stave off my despair.

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I looked at the picture on the desk, it was a framed photo of Alora and I under the willow tree at her adoption ceremony. She had her arms wrapped around my neck, and mine were around her waist, she was smiling so brightly, shining in her joy. I could see my love for her written all over my face as I looked down at her. Darien had taken this shot, he was the one who framed it and put it on this desk for Alora.

Darien had come to me yesterday and asked for Alora’s camera, he wanted to print and develop her photo’s for her. So she’d have a pleasant surprise when we got her back. When I observed his face as he was asking, I could see he was suppressing his own pain.

Alora and my brother had been best friends for years. She was truly like a sister to him, knowing Darien needed to do something to help keep his spirits up while we tried to locate my mate, I had agreed.

Alora’s POV

I was awake and back in my space with Xena and Selena again, we were trying to break through the spells that had us chained as we were. It was a pain staking process, especially as weak as I was. After I had passed out from the very unsettling performance of Sarah and her psychotic boyfriend, who was no longer nameless after Sarah had cried out the name Jack, I had been left alone. It had been almost two days now.

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dehydration and starvation. It’s been five day’s now since I’ve eaten anything, or

cleared from my mind, I remembered my mother’s spell, the one she taught

cleared enough for me to remember it. Now that it was active, if any male tried to take advantage of me, they would immediately find themselves impotent and unable to preform. The impotency would last

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work. If they touched my clothes at all with either a tool

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my hands together and bowed my head. “Thank you Goddess for sending us such a wonderful mother.” I said

that Stephanie is a wonderful

it? Xena asks, she somehow managed

thank the Goddess for bringing mother to

you two are, we need to talk seriously about

don’t but…” Elook at the spheres representing our pups, and I can see their light flickering, like they were struggling to stay light, and if that light were to

grim, determination in her eyes. Then she looks

“Our pups will die.” She says in a solemn tone. She looks first at me then at Selena, before

in time for me to hear the door to the building open and voices. “Well ladies, it’s now or never.” I tell them,

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Darien’s POV

I came across one she took of me and Serenity. She had captured our love for each other in this picture. Serenity and I were dressed

two feminine arms wrap around me from behind. My mate pressed her soft breasts against my shoulders and laid her cheek on the top of my head. The next picture was a kind of selfie, with Alora learing back against Damien’s chest, a bright and

fingers in a peace sign. Damien’s chin was resting on her shoulder and he was

in so much pain right now…if we can’t…if we can’t

pets me, trying to provide me comfort. “Alora is amazingly strong, she’ll survive this, and