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 outer layer of curtains was a thick heavy material of deep plum.

heavy outer curtains were drawn to the side, held there by silver–colored ropes with hanging tassels. The ropes hung from ornate

office was in this wall, to the left of the fireplace if you were facing it. The walls to

ironwood. At each end of the table were two large, overstuffed chairs, with thick wooden frames and tall backs. The

white with outer rings of ruby red, the outer corner tilted up. He had elegant but strong male features,

been using he clutched at the center of his chest. As the pen bounced

desk. The painful burning in his chest was from a life–chain connected to him, the chain of a child he had thought deceased for

Sebastian called out to his

a

was taken

“Yes…she.” Deimos said.

pain and distress through their bond. His mate was golden from head to

large 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 cup. Her waist had remained small, becoming

admit, he liked the extra juggle it had now. Her muscle tone was supple and well

had soft brown calf high flat soled leather boots. Around her waist and attached to one thigh, was a leather sword belt, with a short

desk, Sebastian wrapped her up in his arms, holding her tightly. She looked up at him, her golden eyes full of worry in her heart–shaped face. Under her dainty nose her

ran a hand over the hair Stephanie had attempted to

long. Several strands were already making an escape, it made him smile. He loved that her hair was so untamable, just