Werewolf’s Heartsong by Dizzy izzy

Chapter 13

We are all cringing in sympathetic pain. Boris clears his throat. “I believe, Andrew, that your son’s mate, has thoroughly taught my son a lesson.” His mate looks up at him, her face has a multitude of expressions, like she couldn’t decide what to think at this point, but she wasn’t angry anymore, in fact I think she was feeling almost the same as her mate. I look at mine, the look is hesitant.

“I think…that I should agree with Boris on this dear, what about you?” looking at Boris and Lissanna I nod in affirmation. “I will still be giving him a lecture, I want to make sure he knows well how badly he messed up.” said Lissanna. “So he doesn’t ever

make this mistake again?” asked my mate. “Exactly that Ember.” Lissanna agrees. We fall silent for a while watching the rest of the Elite’s battle.

It got interesting, the top two ranking wolves were twins, and Serenity’s brothers. The Boy’s were too evenly matched, this resulted in a tie between them. When it came to battling her brothers for the top two ranks, Serenity forfeited, saying she was content with third rank. Looking at her I believe if she truly wanted to, she could have probably won first rank.

But to do that she would have to cause injury to her brothers, and I sensed that was something that little she-wolf couldn’t stand the thought of, looking at her brother’s I get the same sense. They wouldn’t ever hurt their sister in that way. Training was one thing, an actual battle was

another.

Ember pulls my arm and is pointing at the screen. Now that the Elite Class human fights were over, it was time for the Alpha class. “Look at Alora’s picture dear.” I look up and I’m shocked. Alora is always in lose track pants and large hoodies, even in the middle of the worst heat of summer she would stay covered. But in this picture she’s not.

She’s in what looks like perfectly fine athletic shorts, they went to mid thigh, her top looked like any other sports top most of my female warriors wore to train in. I was just in shock of seeing her dressed like anyone of those other warrior she wolves instead of covered up completely for the first time. But that wasn’t the only thing different.

She was pictured standing in my

favorite fighters pose. One taught to me as a pup during my training, one I taught my boys, and the one I taught her. All her long hair pulled back out of her face in one high tail. Her eyes were glittering with her internal strength, an Alpha’s glare. When had she developed that look? This was not the little girl pup I’ve known, this was an Alpha she-wolf. O

head low. Her muzzle forward, her mouth drawn back in a fierce snarl showing all her long, shiny, white fangs. Xena’s eye’s, a glowing lavender, had the same Alpha’s glare her human

of both side by side was a powerful image. “Darien took those photo’s.” Ember states. I look down at my mate. “How do

his electives. He came home all excited one day telling

in the class she’d be the top student. He said her pictures are pure art.” she pauses. “Of course

the other’s are, then I started to wonder. “Did he do any of the other class’s

did the Elite Class. The Mid

by another one of his class mates. They were both given permission to use them as Senior Projects for their Photography Finals.” I look

I flip through the program looking at the one’s my son had done. They were very good. “I would like to assume he aced his finals, these are amazing.” I say to Ember. Boris and Lissanna are looking at there own booklet nodding and making

Lexus Stonemaker. One of Boris’s nephews. Both of our eldest boys away

training at this school. Few able to complete all five years. Damien and Xander, however,

celebrations. There were the spring and fall, but winter and summer were the two they chose to visit on each year, and only for a night. So my

between Darien and Lexus was over quickly. Darien never lost his smile the entire battle. I could tell he was having fun. I remember the text from my son in that moment. And I look

sends

“Do you have your camera?” she takes it out of

purse.

to record her fight?”

her to have a memento, and I think Damien would like

she gets the camera set up

to the Arena floor and up onto the platform, her stance and aura that of an Alpha, spine straight, shoulders back, head held high, eyes glittering like purple diamonds, Alpha’s glare in place. She was