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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had been human, I would already be half way dead from dehydration and starvation. It’s been five day’s now since I’ve eaten anything, or drank anything. This meant that I was going to have to do something I

fogginess from the drugs cleared from my mind, I remembered my mother’s spell, the one

was active, if any male tried to take advantage of me, they

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made it impossible for them to remove my clothes now, cutting and ripping wouldn’t work. If they touched my clothes at all with either a tool or by hand,

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my hands together and bowed my head. “Thank you Goddess for sending us such

at me with a confused expression. “Although I definitely believe you are correct, and that Stephanie is a wonderful mother…. but I have to ask, why are you thanking the Goddess for her

spell isn’t it? Xena asks, she somehow managed

also thank the

you two are, we need to talk seriously about

flickering, like they

expression grim, determination in her eyes. Then she looks first at me then Xena: We don’t have a choice but to use it,

paws as Selena’s words trailed off. “Our pups will die.” She says in a solemn tone. She looks first at me then at Selena,

the door to the building open and voices. “Well ladies,

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Darien’s POV

was at my desk going through the photo’s on Alora’s camera, printing them out, when 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 up and had

to run down my face, and then 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

was resting on her

Taken. “He’s in so much pain right now…if we can’t…if we can’t get her back….I don’t know what will happen to

she’ll survive this, and your brother will get his mate back.” she