Werewolf’s Heartsong by Dizzy izzy

Chapter 172

King Sabastian’s POV

Once Alora activated the spell, I stayed in my space with Deimos, watching, hoping I would be able to catch more changes. I wasn’t disappointed, as soon as I decided to stay and wait, things changed. I watched as a red black edged rope like aura spun itself around Alora’s life chin. There was a change to the blackness that blocked me from reaching out to Alora.

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It started to lighten and fade a moment. The more it faded the more I was able to see Alora. I was still unable to find out what her location was, but I was able to see the cell she was in, she had activated Blood Harvest. Only one of seven rings of the spell was visible. I could just barley make out the words she was saying, and felt the anger and fury inside her.

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She was taunting her captures, more specifically she was taunting Sarah. Sarah was on the ground and looked like she was getting a taste of what she doled out to others. The power she was taking from the Warlocks was helping her undo whatever spells they put on her. I stayed and watched, hoping for something to point me in her direction.

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Alora was freeing herself and Sarah ran out the door. Alora had started to stalk her last captor in the building when Sarah ran back in followed by three other women. Then Sarah raised a gun at Alora.

“No!” Deimos and I shouted.

Only Alora couldn’t here me, and I couldn’t prevent what happened next. Alora was shot with that gun; they were more of those darts we found at the gas station. from her abduction. As Alora started to collapse, the darkness filled back in and the last glimpse I saw of Alora was her falling to the ground.

I stood there, looking at the blackness separating me and my daughter, and felt wave after wave of grief assault me. Fear for the well being of my daughter started to well within, along with it the fiery breath of my rage. Those who hurt my daughter were going to be paying a heavy price for her pain.

I now had news I could tell everyone about Alora. I looked down at Deimos, he was sitting on the ground again, looking at the blackness. There was still power surrounding Alora’s life chain. I would take it as a good thing for now, because it meant she was still fighting back.

‘Goddess please watch over Alora and her pups’

Damien’s POV

I looked at the message my father in law had sent me again for the millionth time. “Alora is alive, I can see her life chain again.”

This meant more to me than I could voice, because it meant I wasn’t being delusional for insisting I still felt she was alive. I looked at Alora’s picture on the desk, and felt a tear roll down my cheek, my throat was uncomfortable. I wanted to sob or howl my pain again and again.

I wasn’t getting any work done at the moment, and I hadn’t slept at all since I got that message from my father in law two days ago. So I decided the best thing I can do is go to sleep, we wouldn’t do anyone any good if we didn’t stay in top condition. I wanted to be at peak strength when I tear those who took my mate from me to pieces.

movie was going in my mind. One of every moment I ever had with Alora. At the same time I could feel the visceral pain of being separated from her deep within my soul. I grabbed her pillow, it still smelled like her, and buried my face in it, breathing her scent in as

Alora’s POV

so we could at least be aware in our space, even if our

were safe, knowing that, all I wished for in that moment was to

heard his voice coming from behind me. “Alora?” His voice was full

so much. Immediately I started to sob, I turned around and there he was. He looked haggard, and

an ran to Damien, jumping into his aims and wrapping myself around him. I buried my face in his

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arms around me, crushing me to him. “Alora.” He cried out my name. “Starlight.” I

to them. Xena and Selena were both still chained to the

Selena. Xena was up and both had tears flowing out of there eyes. “Zane.”

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he would lick and do the same to Selena. Damien carried me over to them and sat

let go.

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head up and looked into his swollen wet eyes. “Mate.” He said in a croak. He tried to say something else,

emotional torture for mates to be apart longer then a week or two. Damien kissed me back, and I could feel my love helping him, soothing his pain,

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finally able to let me loose enough to sit up in his lap. I took advantage of my position to start playing with his hair.

was biting down on the chain that was holding Xena to the ground.

chew through metal. It wasn’t great on the gums, but

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Zane’s red under coat started to glow under his black fur. It made him look like a creature made from lava. A powerful heat came off of Zane, he snarled

and a squealing metal sound. The chain, and the

into the air and disappeared. I gasped, and

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sitting in it. with my back against his

his head

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us, the orbs that represented our pups floating in front of us looking healthy. Even though I

demanded. “Don’t sugar coat anything in an attempt

while I was telling him the story. Zane did growl