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.

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

then the Blackfires and the Shadowtails, we all have black hair and tan skin among our Clan’s as well, but I know she’s not one

for a few generations now, she

and blue eyed features son. Any family member born with tan skin or dark hair is made an outsider, or married off, still removing

do that?” asked the younger

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

was tan, with black hair and violet eyes. It’s said that Allister and Bettina had a daughter who looked like the

think this girl is her, dad?”

has 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 me

too dad.” said the young male. He had black hair and midnight blue eyes, and pale skin, his shoulders were broad. You could tell he was going to be a giant of a werewolf when he was done growing, just

who I am child.” asked

I not? I had only seen him once, but I’d felt the

 

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

let them have her

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

only scar embedded into my

me as “you wretch.” The ‘her’ being

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 stop screeching like a dying cat, telling me my voice makes their ears bleed. It was one

way they treat me. I’ve been struggling to hold back, to maintain the image of a

we’ll be free.” I

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