Werewolf’s Heartsong by Dizzy izzy

Chapter 3

I was barely conscious as they continued to talked about me, sounding worried.

“She’s got marks on her face, look there’s a handprint” said the older voice.

“Dad who would abuse a pup.” asked the young voice.

“I don’t know, look at her arm, there’s a dark bruise in the shape of fingers, see the nail marks, she’s got another hand shaped bruise on her other cheek.” points out the older voice.

“Why dad? She’s just a pup, they must have thrown her into the river.” said the younger voice

“I’m afraid you’re right son, and she could have died, the river is swollen and dangerous, her legs….” the older voice trails off.

“So many bruises….” the younger voice also trails off.

“All these cuts, she must have been tossed over and over, the poor child, how did she get out of the river?” the older voice asked in wonder.

“Where did she come from dad?” the younger voice asked.

“There is a pack picnic today remember, that’s where we were heading, looks like she had on her best dress, despite what it looks like now, she must have come from there.” the older voice had said.

“Dad….that’s five miles up river.” points out the younger voice.

“I know, Goddess…she should have died, any other pup would have died, she’s incredibly lucky to have survived.” said the older voice.

younger voice

and then the Blackfires and the Shadowtails, we all have black hair and tan skin among our Clan’s as

pale and blond for a few generations now, she can’t be one of

born with tan skin or dark hair is made an outsider, or married off, still removing

that?”

but that Clan’s practice is why I have always been at odds with that Clan. I Allister Northmountain reject his Goddess given mate for that Ice Queen he married, because his fated was dark skinned,

Bettina had a daughter who looked like the Heartsong’s Ancestor, the First Alpha. Probably karma for rejecting their Goddess given mates” said the older voice, grumbling

girl is her, dad?” asked the

said the older voice. I was finally able to open my eyes

nodded my head yes, my throat hurting to much for me

he was done growing, just as large as the older male next to me. The older male looked like the young one, only his eyes

you know who I am child.” asked

only seen him once, but I’d felt the his power and

 

my son Damien, we’ll get you to the Pack House, and treat you before taking you back to

really going to let them have

I can’t just take the child away.” I’d passed

from that memory. Sadly, that was not the only awful memory I carried. It was not the only scar embedded into my soul by my family, there were many, many others. I knew who had been pounding on the door, even before I

she’s always screaming at me. Half the time I think she’s forgotten my name, because she is always addressing me as “you wretch.” The ‘her’ being my mother. You would think

dressed and go to school, I do my best not to give in to the urge to sing in the shower. Every time I sing, my family goes into a rage. They tell me to

less tolerant of the oppressive and abusive way they treat me. I’ve been struggling to hold back, to maintain the image of

more weeks Xena, and we’ll be free.”

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