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.

the Stonemakers or the Mountainmovers?” the younger voice contemplated. “They both have some people among them with tan skin…but most have brown,

Shadowtails, we all have black hair and tan skin among our

are exclusively pale and blond for a few generations now,

tan skin or dark hair is made an outsider, or married off, still removing them from the Families. If their fated mate has dark coloring they reject them.”

stupid, why do that?” asked

that Clan. I Allister Northmountain reject his Goddess given mate for that Ice Queen he married, because his fated was dark skinned, that Ice Queen also rejected her fated,

hair and violet eyes. It’s said that Allister and Bettina had a daughter who looked like the Heartsong’s

girl is her,

obviously suffered, was not necessary, we will find out if this was her family’s doing.” said the older voice. I was finally

older wolf asked, I had nodded my head yes, my throat hurting to much for

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 where green and there was a streak of silver in his hair at his

who I am

but I’d felt the his power

 

this is my son Damien, we’ll get you to the Pack House, and

let

no choice son, she needs to be with her family, and I can’t just take the child away.” I’d passed out again while

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

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 she would call me by name. But it was a waste

to sing in the shower. Every time I sing, my family goes into a rage. They tell me to stop screeching like a dying cat, telling me my voice makes their ears bleed. It was one

hold back, to maintain the image of a submissive and obedient she-wolf. There are only two more weeks left

weeks Xena, and we’ll

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