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.

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

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 smell like those

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

born with tan skin or

stupid, why do that?” asked

I Allister Northmountain reject his Goddess given mate for that Ice

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

is her, dad?” asked

her family’s doing.” said the older voice. I was finally able to

pup?” the older wolf asked, I had nodded my head yes, my

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 and there was a streak of silver in his hair at his temple, it

know who I am child.”

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

 

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

going to let them

and I can’t just take the child away.” I’d passed out again

was not the only scar embedded into my soul by my family, there were many, many

me as “you wretch.” The ‘her’ being

best not to give in to the urge to sing in the shower. Every time I sing, my family goes into

tolerant of the oppressive and abusive way they treat me. I’ve been struggling to hold back, to maintain the image

weeks Xena, and we’ll

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