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.

dark skin, and black hair, think maybe she belong to the Stonemakers or the Mountainmovers?” the younger voice contemplated. “They both have some people among them with tan skin…but most have brown, red

skin among our Clan’s as well, but I

for a few generations

Any family member born with tan skin

that?” asked the

I have always been at odds with that Clan. I Allister Northmountain reject his Goddess given mate for that Ice

was tan, with black hair and violet eyes. It’s said that Allister and Bettina had a daughter who looked like the Heartsong’s Ancestor, the First Alpha. Probably karma for rejecting

is her, dad?” asked the

out if this was her family’s doing.” said the older voice. I

nodded my head yes, my throat hurting to much

a werewolf when 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 temple, it

know who I am

but I’d felt the his power

 

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

we really going to let them have her

and I can’t just take the child away.”

on my bedroom door brings me back 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,

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

Every time I sing, my family goes into a rage. They tell me to stop screeching like a dying cat,

back, to maintain the image of a submissive and obedient she-wolf. There are only two more weeks left of school. That’s what I have to remind myself, and

and we’ll be free.” I say to

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