Werewolf’s Heartsong by Dizzy izzy

Chapter 177

Alora’s POV

There was the sound of a chain breaking with each spell we undid. Looking at the chemical compounds of the tranquilizer, even though they had been adjusted, I was able to easily process the drugs. Soon we were no longer trapped, we were free, and furious.

I opened my rage filled eyes in time to see Sarah standing over me screaming as she thrust down. The blade was aimed at my uterus, just as the blade was about to meet flesh. The protective spell surrounding my pups activated and the resulting force tossed Sarah back and out of my cell. I heard a sickening crack, and then a thump.

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I rolled over, and struggled to my feet, swaying with light headedness. I stumbled forward a few steps before I was able to walk properly, with only a slight limp. I looked at Sarah, there was a flash as the light caught on something around Sarah’s neck. I focused my slightly blurry vision on the shiny object.. 6

I remembered what it was just as they came into view, my rings. I laughed out loud, startling myself with how much loathing was in my laugh. It shouldn’t surprise me to feel this way about Sarah. She had long ago crossed my bottom line, I no longer had even one ounce of mercy for this female.

My walk over to Sarah took on a predatory feel to it, if someone saw, I imagine they would have seen a hunter stalking its prey. Because that was what Sarah was to me now, prey. The moment I reached her I ripped the chain off her neck, leaving bloody lines behind.

With the rings in one hand I used my other to draw the chain out and whip it in the direction of Sarah. The chain hit Sarah in the face and left a long and bloody gash down the side of one cheek, from her eye to her chin. I put the rings on my thumbs, and I felt them connect with me. Not wanting to have them taken from me again, I said the spell that had them becoming tattoos on my skin.

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The sun set, and my regalia became tangible, the rings as well, but they were no longer able to be removed. Like the regalia, if anyone tried to take the items off me, the items would turn back into the state of a tattoo on my skin. I ran the fingers of one hand through my star laden braids. I felt strength start to fill me again.

Just then, the three Witches who had been helping Sarah rushed in. The looks on their faces as they skidded to a halt and saw me awake, and out of my cell, were hilarious with varied expressions of horror. Me on the other hand, I was delighted, my prey had just come running to me. I felt my lips stretch into a predatory grin that exposed my fangs.

The fear on the Witches faces let me know just how scary I was being at the moment. Around me, all seven rings of the rotating mandalas of Blood Harvest glowed red under my feet. The Witches were instantly frozen in my fifth ring, the seventh ring being out passed the open door of the prison.

the atmosphere. Sarah’s body was lit up in the glow, but I didn’t plan to drain her dry, I had plans for her. The

think you three understand.” I said to them in a slow icy cold drawl, pausing a moment to let those words sink in before continuing. “I have

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Witches never got a chance to say another word of begging, because as soon as Alora finished talking, their screams of agony sounded in the prison as they were painfully sucked dry of all their blood.

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stumbled outside before collapsing just outside my seventh circle. Sarah, no longer able to stand, started to crawl away

flames, swirled in one inch circlets around my regalia’s wrist and ankle

touch our ankles in this form. It was swishing side to side at a slow, and slightly hypnotic pace. Each time it went too far one direction, it would curl

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had her hands clasped behind her back, it almost made her look playful. Stepping out of the prison I looked up, I could see the barrier that was keeping my mate from being able to

so badly. Her eyes were wide, and tears constantly streamed from them as she sobbed.

fire and lightning dissipated, with that taken care of, I looked down at Sarah. “Now it’s your turn.” I said to her as

crying heightened.

Damien’s POV

time for dinner. Inside the Heartsong Training arena, all the academic aspects of battle were being taught. The students here ranged from the old, to the very young. The youngest was a six year old female pup, she was a tribrid. Werewolf,

from the Chukchi Sea. Her father had shown up with a sparkly

a hundred years ago, his part of the other continent

means.

English was very bad, but his French was very good, luckily he had met his friend while immigrating here. His decision to leave his home country was made after his entire Clan had been butchered

a Supernatural Embassy, immigrating to seek better lives for themselves away from the human wars at the time. Both having painful memories they were trying to move on from. They were able to communicate in French easily, and the French speaking fox shifter

chose to join the same sponsor groups They found a Bear Clan in the upper north east that was willing to take them