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.

got dark skin, 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 or blond

the Moonstars, and then the Blackfires and the Shadowtails, we all have black hair and tan skin among our Clan’s as well,

exclusively pale and blond for a few

hair and blue eyed features son. Any family member born with tan skin or dark hair is made an outsider, or married off, still removing them from the Families. If their fated mate has dark coloring they reject

stupid, why do that?” asked

for that Ice Queen he married, because his fated

who looked like the Heartsong’s

is her, dad?” asked the

family’s doing.” said the older voice. I was finally able to open my eyes and look

Alora little pup?” the older wolf asked, I had nodded my head yes, my throat hurting to

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

seen him once, but I’d felt the his

 

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

let them have her back?”

be with her family, and I can’t just take the child away.” I’d

door brings me back from that memory. Sadly, that was not the only awful memory I carried. It was not the only scar embedded into my soul by my family, there were many, many others.

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

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 more thing they used

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 Xena, and we’ll

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