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.

think maybe she belong to the Stonemakers or the Mountainmovers?” the younger voice

skin among our Clan’s as

a

with tan skin or dark hair is made an outsider, or married off, still removing them from the Families.

why do that?” asked the

Goddess given mate for that Ice Queen he married, because his fated was dark skinned, that Ice Queen also rejected her fated, because he’d had dark hair.” the

Clan’s ancestor 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 their Goddess given mates” said the older

is her, dad?” asked

we will find out if this was her family’s doing.” said the older voice. I was finally able

I had nodded my head yes, my throat

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 as large as the older male next to me. The older male looked like

know who I am child.” asked the older

but I’d felt the his power and status

 

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

we really going to let them have her back?”

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 while

from that memory. Sadly, that was not the only awful memory I carried. It was not the only scar embedded

me. Half the time I think she’s forgotten my name, because she is always addressing me as “you wretch.” The ‘her’ being my

sing, my family goes into a rage. They tell me to stop screeching like a dying cat, telling me my voice makes their

abusive way they treat me. I’ve been struggling to hold back, to maintain the image of a submissive and obedient she-wolf. There

two more weeks Xena, and we’ll be free.” I say

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