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 glow, but I didn’t plan to drain her dry, I had plans for her. The Witches, realizing they couldn’t move, and knowing what was about to happen, started to cry and beg.

drawl, pausing a moment to let those words sink in before continuing. “I have absolutely no mercy for you.” Their expressions of

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the prison as they were painfully sucked dry of all their

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able to stand, started to crawl away while screaming and crying. The Witches stopped screaming, only because they lost the ability,

swirled in one inch circlets around my regalia’s wrist and ankle cuffs. Behind me,

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 at the end, before slowly going back the other way. The walk out the door of the prison was of a

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need to rush the final attack. This predator could take its time if it so chose. Starlight had her hands clasped

had flipped over and was crawling backwards, barely able to move because she was shaking so badly. Her eyes were wide, and tears constantly streamed

care of, I looked down at Sarah. “Now it’s your turn.” I said to her as I stalked forward. Sarah’s screaming

crying heightened.

Damien’s POV

watched as the training went on well into the afternoon, till it was 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

who it was attached to had me talking to her. Her mother is a Vampire Werewolf Hybrid of the Heartsongs, her father a polar bear shifter from the Chukchi Sea. Her father had shown up with a sparkly pink lunch box for her. I found

At that time, about a hundred years ago, his part of the other continent was always embroiled with deadly politics and war since he was young. The suppression of those without power, and the government controlling those that

means.

came to the continent his 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

at 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

take them to gain their citizenships. There, the Polar learned English. It was a road trip later, and a random