Werewolf’s Heartsong by Dizzy izzy

Chapter 46: “”…grandfather gave the Council immunity…””

Alora’s ears were ringing again, and she felt robotic as she obeyed the repeated demands of, “Sign here.” “Initial there.” “Fingerprint your blood here.” The representative for the Werewolf’s Council came in in the middle of all this. When the Council member came in, his face went pale when he realized he was in the same room as a Dragon Master.

The Werewolf Council member walked slowly around to the opposite side of the table where the Dragon Master sat but made sure he was sitting two places down from Alpha Andrew. The Council Member’s face had settled into an expressionless mask, but in his eyes were shadows of disdain.

“All right, now we just need this male from the Werewolf’s Council to process her title and position change and then we can finalize the Will.” Officer Terrawing said with a cheerful note in his tone.

The Werewolf Council member looked back and forth between Alpha Andrew and Officer Terrawing, his expression a combination of irritation and confusion. “I was called over to assist in processing a Will, not to officiate over a title and position transfer.” The Council member said, unwilling to do anything he was not officially asked to do.

Alpha Andrew turned to the Council Member with a glare that said it was in his best interest to comply. “Part of processing this Will, involves a transfer of titles and position in our Pack from a deceased member to their chosen living descendant.” He growled.

The Council Member was a skinny lanky wolf with the fighter status of an omega. There was no muscle tone to speak of, and he looked more like a rat than a wolf. Mousy brown hair, his dual–colored eyes two different rings of brown, the outer ring darker than the inner ring. His skin had a sickly pallor to it, as if he was severely anemic and in desperate need of a few hours of sunlight.

When the Alpha growled, he instinctively acted like the weak wolf he was and cringed, tilting his head in submission. Then, with a jerk, he straightened himself back up. The expression on the Council Werewolf’s face became arrogant as he looked at the Alpha. The male’s expression said, even though the Alpha was technically more powerful, he as a Werewolf Council member held more power than the Alpha of Alpha’s.

Alora, seeing this look, felt a growl start deep in her chest. Between the male’s voice and his disrespectful attitude towards their Pack Alpha, she wanted to rip this Council member into many bloody pieces. Some of her growl must have come out because she was drawn into the warm and comforting embrace of Luna Ember.

your fury for the moment my sweet girl, I’ll let you tear into him later.” Hearing Ember’s words in her mind, Alora was too startled

Alora had never used the mind link to communicate with others before, she never had one. Alora only knew how it worked through textbooks, and not through

respond back to

are not the only one who wants to rip that wolf’s head off

at the Werewolf Council’s office, not here in a diner and in front of an outsider.” The male’s utter disdain he held for the Dragon Master was heard clearly in his tone and by his words. “So, if you will excuse me Alpha, I

to do just that, dismissing the Alpha himself. “Sit.” Alpha Andrew ordered the wolf and he obeyed immediately. “We will talk

dared shown me, not only as the Alpha of this Pack but as the Alpha of Alpha’s, after we have processed this

a mottled red and a sickly green as his expressions shifted from fear to anger, back to fear before shifting to arrogance, then back to

Council, and your grandfather gave the

second to their Alpha or King’s, not above it, not beside it, below it. In order for the Alpha of Alpha’s grandfather to have granted the Werewolf Council immunity to the Alpha’s orders, he would have had

glaring gaze of the Dragon Master. Although his body was trembling in obvious fear,

Mansion burned up in a fire that took place

with its power. It also had the effect of making the Werewolf Councilman shrink down into his

species of primate around ten million years ago. Werewolves were created from the huge wolf beasts that walked this earth during the Age of Beasts over sixty–five million years ago. As for no one having knowledge, Dragons are the oldest living species still walking this earthly plane. Only the Gods, Goddesses, Sidhe, and the Fae Folk are older than us, and we have recorded and kept records of all events in history since the beginning. Dragons are exceptionally long lived, many have lived to just under three thousand years. Our Kings and those of royal blood tend

glared down at the shaking Werewolf Council member. “I wonder…pup” the word pup was spat out, “if you can guess just how old I am as a cousin to the Dragon Master’s