Werewolf’s Heartsong by Dizzy izzy

Chapter 72: *“She lied.“*

Before the Alpha had left the Northmountains, he told them and their two Alphas, that the Vampire Council would also be informed of their transgression and abuse to one of their Royal Bloodline. That was not a light charge, and only cemented the reasoning to have the Supernatural Council involved. However, they were still not understanding why the Alpha would involve the Witch’s Council, but they had a suspicion.

Alpha Frost had been the one to ask the question of why the Alpha was bringing the Witch’s Council into this. His words as he walked away from them only confirmed their suspicion. “For the use of Black Magic.” Alpha Andrew said, not retracting his aura until he crossed the threshold, closing the front door behind him.

The Northmountains sat terrified in their own urine as they looked at their two Alphas. They had good reason to be terrified, their actions had just brought down the Alpha of Alpha’s and all the councils of the supernatural world down on the heads of both Clans. There was no way they would be walking away from this unscathed.

Inside Bloodmoon Castle on Bloodmoon Mountain. The Royal Capital of all Vampire Territories.

King Sebastian Silver Dayblood sat in his office behind his large ornate centuries old desk. The desk was made from ironwood, with intricate designs carved into the legs, drawers and handles of the desk. The room was made up of a white stone brick, the material for such bricks only found in Bloodmoon Mountain. The ceilings were high, both it and the walls framed and braced by large thick ironwood beams.

Mounted on the wall behind King Sebastian, was an elegantly carved linier sword rack made of dark cherry wood. In the rack rested two Nodachi swords sheathed in black lacquered scabbards made of ironwood. The braided cotton wrapping the handles of the Nodachi swords was black and purple. Painted in the middle of the scabbards of the Nodachi swords were white, blue, and purple moon flowers.

The cast metal hilt was shaped into a flame, inlaid in one hilt was blue sapphires, in the other purple amethyst. The mouthpieces and knobs of the scabbards were also made of silver, inlaid with iridescent white pearls. The bridges wrapped around the throats of the scabbards were made of silver, they were long and had two loops. Engraved into the silver of both were the images of a wolf inlaid with onyx, howling at a moon inlaid with pearls.

Underneath these swords there was a plaque that told you the names of the swords, and who they should have belonged to.

“The swords of the deceased eldest child of King Sebastian Silver Dayblood.‘

‘Swords Tamashi (soul) and Hi (fire), together they are Tamshinohi (fire of soul). So named by the swordsmith, for the fire inside the soul of their owner at birth.‘

the wall with the swords, were wide floor to ceiling windows, with two layers of curtains. The outer layer of curtains was a thick heavy material of deep plum. The trim on the sides and bottom of the

also embroidered with protective symbols with silver thread. The heavy outer curtains were drawn to the side, held there by silver–colored ropes with hanging tassels. The ropes hung from ornate hooks embedded into the stone walls. With

of the office was in this wall, to the left of the fireplace if you were facing it. The walls to the left and right of the large rectangular room, were covered with heavy floor

were two overstuffed couches with heavy dark wood frames, each couch long enough to seat five. In between the couches was a long oval coffee table made of ironwood. At each end of the table were two large, overstuffed chairs, with thick wooden frames

rings of white with outer rings of ruby red, the outer corner tilted up. He had elegant but strong male features, a high brow over a straight nose. High well–defined cheekbones and a full mouth. He had broad shoulders and well defined hard packed muscle that was in between thick

document when he felt it. Dropping the fountain pen he’d been using he clutched at the center of his chest. As the pen bounced on the desk, droplets of ink came out of the

was from a life–chain connected to him, the chain of a

Sebastian called out to his

in a

was taken aback.

“Yes…she.” Deimos said.

she would have felt his pain and distress through their bond. His mate was golden from head to toe. Her thick curly waist length hair was six different shades of gold, ranging from white gold to dark gold. Her smooth and supple skin had a warm golden peach tone. Her dual–colored eyes were inner rings of bright molten gold, with outer rings of dark

as they are now, with each child they had, her breasts had gained a little weight. Stephanie had gone from a small c–cup to a large double–d

extra juggle it had now. Her muscle tone was supple and well defined, as his mate genuinely liked to exercise. Especially when something was weighing on her mind. Fight training and

her training clothes, something that tended to make him a little hot under the collar. The thick black leggings and the bright leaf green tunic length long sleeved shirt, molded to her body like a second skin. On her feet had soft brown calf high flat soled leather boots. Around her waist and attached to one thigh, was a leather sword belt,

wrapped her up in his arms, holding her tightly. She looked up at him, her golden eyes full of worry

hand over the hair Stephanie had attempted to contain in

her hair was so untamable, just like her. Sebastian