Werewolf’s Heartsong by Dizzy izzy

Chapter 24

Brock’s POV

I knew the boy would be irritated. But I couldn’t help it. He should have shown up to watch her himself. I was looking forward to this last part of the tournament. I had a feeling something was going to be different. The Alpha had told me, all that had gone on since I witnessed her rejection and the slaps from her sister this morning. 2

It breaks my heart at all her family has put that pup through. I was grateful I was made her trainer. If I could do anything for this pup I could give her the skill she would need to get free of her family.

Over the last year it became almost a physical image, the chains binding her, holding her back. My father called what I could see a trainers

intuition, we were able to see a fighters potential and bring it out of them.

With Alora all I had been able to do is make her stronger than any other wolf in her school, despite the impairment. But when I looked at her moments ago the chains were gone. Her strength glowing, rising from her like a spiritual fire.

That’s when I had sought out my Alpha, to see if he new what happened. Something had happened while on the lunch break, and now, she was freed from her family. That’s what must have broken the chains. This means we’re going to be blessed with a sight we haven’t seen since the last female Heartsong Alpha, a Lunar Princess.

There was a picture of the last one in one of the many journals my family kept. Centuries of training and it’s

improvements were in those journals, and my family line had been blessed with training every female Heartsong Alpha since the first one.

That’s when, according to my father, and the journals, we were blessed with our second sight. The one that’s allowed me to see the binding on Alora’s strength. It was what has allowed our family to be the best trainers around the world, that and our dedication. We have all, at some point in our lives, in every generation, spent five to ten years traveling. Learning other Packs techniques. Learning how not to just fight other wolves but the ‘Others’ of our world. We always brought back more books and information. Books brought back in there countries original languages were paired with their translation.

to be Alora’s

she’s matched with next will be powerful. Maybe it’ll be that irritating brat of the Alpha’s that I watched come into

in three weeks, it’ll be good to see how much they have grown, I taught those boy’s everything I could before they went off. And from what I’ve been told, they will

a way to set that up. I bet she’ll be able to hold her own against them. She had that much strength, that little abused pup I

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Alora’s POV

everyone how strong we are. I know my parents and Sarah would be watching. I

nothing, before transforming. Werewolves didn’t care about nudity normally, why would they, we all had to transform, couldn’t do that

gasps and murmurs after my transformation. My wolf and I were tall and powerful in this form as well, much bigger than Jamison. The Celtic bands around my wrists,

the markings on my skin at the restaurant. They had all been to focused on me collapsing, and

true self broken. The magic rushing through my veins is amazing. I feel like I could do anything at this

to the side I see Master Brock smiling like he new all along, and maybe he did. The words he said to me that day making a return, playing through my mind again. The

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back, exposing my fangs.

across from me at the platform at Jamison and Seth in their half form. Seth was a black and silver wolf so that’s the color of their fur now in wolf form. Jamison is a good looking male. Tall, broad shoulders, a muscular chest and an eight pack, the muscles in his arms and legs were large, but not overly so. They were tightly packed and lean, not bulging, just large. That continued over into his

long and bushy. The fur that started on his forehead over the back of his neck, spreading half way across his shoulders, tapering to a V on his spine half way down his back, was black. His body fur brown, and was four inches longer then all his other fur, excent

they were about six inches. It was kind of like the hair of his human form, appearing on his wolf

was our ‘hair’ was in the same place on Xena and mine’s half form, only our ‘hair’ was two feet in length. Draping back in a water fall of fur, my ears, are all white, parting some of

are on my human form. The rest of my form is just as proportionate. A long, lean torso, with a tightly muscled belly, just shy of being