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.

maybe she belong to the Stonemakers or the Mountainmovers?” the younger voice contemplated. “They both

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 of ours, and she dosn’t

blond for a

skin

stupid, why do that?”

mate for that Ice Queen he married, because his fated was dark skinned, that Ice Queen also rejected her fated,

It’s said that Allister and Bettina had a daughter who looked like the Heartsong’s Ancestor, the First Alpha. Probably karma for

is her, dad?” asked the

has obviously suffered, was not necessary, we will find out if this was her family’s doing.” said the older voice. I was finally able to open my eyes and

Alora little pup?” the older wolf asked, I had nodded

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 as large as the older male next to me. The older male looked like the young one, only his eyes where green

know who I am child.” asked the older

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

 

to the Pack House, and treat you before taking you back to your family.”

we really going to let

and I can’t just take the

only awful memory I carried. It was not the only scar embedded into my soul by my family, there

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

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,

less tolerant of the oppressive and abusive way they treat me. I’ve been struggling to hold back, to maintain the image of a submissive and obedient she-wolf. There are only two more weeks

and we’ll be free.”

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