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.

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 or blond hair.” he

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 smell like those Clans.”

are exclusively pale and blond for a few generations now, she can’t be

and blue eyed features son. Any family member born with tan skin or dark hair is made an

do that?” asked the younger

given mate for that Ice Queen

Allister and Bettina had a daughter who looked like the

you think this girl is

will find out if this was her family’s doing.” said the older voice. I was finally able to open my eyes and look at them, the young man next to me

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

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

who I am child.”

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

 

my son Damien, we’ll get you to the Pack

really going to let them have her back?” asked

and I can’t

It was not the only scar embedded into my soul by my family, there were many, many others. I knew who

screams, 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 she would call me by name. But it was a waste of time to hope for something different. I’ve known that

get 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

and 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

more weeks Xena, and we’ll be

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