Werewolf’s Heartsong by Dizzy izzy

Chapter 36

Somewhere in a mountain range not far from Alora’s Moon Mountain Pack

Unknown POV

I felt it. The breaking of a spell. The chain, one I had thought severed by death, is revealed to have never been broken at all. She had told me my child had died in a car accident, a son. The skin had been brown, with blond hair. A picture all that had been left by the time I had been free enough from my duties to track her down. After having felt the connection of the life chain, that the birth of one of our children brings to parents of our kind, then feeling as if it had been severed.

With all of that I had believed her. I

should have known, a Werewolf smelling of Black Magic was not one that would likley tell the truth unless it was to her benefit. With the connection came a premonition of danger, no actual vision, just a deep intense feeling. I could feel pain on the other side of the chain, a Vampire able to tell when their child is distressed unless they are shielding.

No doubt that whore she wolf abused my child. Fury filling me, I can’t help but let out a furious pain filled roar that shook the Castle’s walls and windows. What has she done to my child? The child who I was told a son, but I could tell now was really a daughter, what did she look like. I had to find her, she would be at least eighteen now.

I knew which direction to head towards, she had come from a pack, the nearest one was the Moon

Mountain Pack, the Pack leading all the Northern Continental Werewolves. I will pay him a visit, see if he knows of that she wolf. Hopefully I can get a meeting quickly. being a King I had protocols that were to be followed when going into another King’s territory.

Or in this case an Alpha’s territory. Although this Alpha might as well be called King of the wolves. The power he held at that position was basically in line with mine being King of all the Northern Continental Vampires both Day-Walker and Night-Walker Clans. The Night Walker Clan was made up of pale dark haired vampires, the Day Walkers with tan skin and light bond to white hair.

The Night Walker clan commonly had ice and any shadow producing magic, while the Day Walkers tended towards fire and any light producing magic. The theory was that what ever

magic was most dominate to us would be evident at our birth with our skin and hair colors. My twin sister was pale skinned and dark haired, she could use the shadows and cause blizzards.

a lake that has been turned toxic by humans dumping years of waste in it. It was once a sacred lake, a place Witches and other magic beings alike had gone to, to purify their magic and worship the Moon Goddess, Sun

has happened?” she asks. My mate is a light Witch, she had given her seat on the council to another in her family when she accepted my mark. We were fated mates, her status should

made our coupling forbidden.

pairs. You were not to be punished or hindered from claiming your fated mates. Her mother had wanted to get in

her, and I don’t think I ever will. Stephanie Violet Goldlight had not taken it well when she had found all her mother had done. She was now my

night stand I had the night before I met you, with that She-wolf, the one who told me

a car accident?” I

the babe had to have been newly born. You said it matched up with your feeling the life force chain connect and then break.” she says, proving she always paid

were all different shades of gold, a representation to her maiden name. I just felt the break of a spell. The chain was never broken, it was spelled to feel that way. Then a binding was placed that has kept it hidden all

her hands of her mouth long enough to whisper out

with consent, but she smelled enough like Black Magic she had to have been near the practitioner.” I tell her, feeling Guilty about my past exploits. She had been a virgin when we had finally gotten together.

one I expected of my mate, especially with as long as Vampires, Witches and Warlocks live, you were already one hundred and twenty three to my twenty one. You have a pass my mate.” she wraps an arm around

her close, placing my other hand on hers, holding her hand to my

I can feel she’s in terrible danger.

“Her?” she says confused.

about my child being dead.” I tell her, angry over what has been done

and me.

to start

Mountain Pack, I

Alpha of