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.‘

of 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 heavy outer curtains

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 the outer curtains drawn to the side, there was plenty of natural light

desk, was a large stone fireplace with a thick dark wood mantal. The door out 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 to ceiling bookshelves. In the center of the room between the desk and

of ironwood. At each end of the table were two large, overstuffed chairs, with thick wooden frames and tall backs. The fabric covering the furniture was soft, and dark gray. Underneath the furniture was a giant oval area rug of deep plum, the silver threaded design

outer corner tilted up. He had elegant but strong male features, a

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 end, leaving

burning in his chest was from a life–chain connected to him, the chain

out to his

in a shocked voice. “She’s

was taken aback.

“Yes…she.” Deimos said.

trying to wrap his head around this when the door to his office was flung open as his mate rushed in, panic and concern all over her face. Being mates, 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

breasts when they first met were not as large as they are now, with each child they had, her breasts had

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

skin. On her feet had soft brown calf high flat soled leather boots. Around her waist and attached

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 full mouth was bowed down in a frown, bringing more definition to her

hand over the hair Stephanie had attempted to contain in a French

her hair was so untamable, just like