Werewolf’s Heartsong by Dizzy izzy

Chapter 76

Kassandra’s POV

At first we were all going to get a hotel room for the night or find a camp ground. Dad had made sure we had all the gear we needed. Including money, should we need to buy anything. Between my allowances, holiday money, being a Supernatural History Tutor, and then there was the financing business, I had more money then a girl my age really knew what to do with.

So I’d shoved most of it aside in saving and IRA’s and CD’s and Medical Investment portfolios. Cerebella and I became known for our ability to take ten dollars and turn it into a thousand. The money is what led to our freelance financial business set up. We had made sure it was mobile, we wanted to be able to go wherever our mates go. 2

I told dad I hadn’t needed it, but he said he was our father, and it was his pride to be able to provide financially for his children, not just give us his love and guidance, which he does in abundance. Dad doted on us, taught us so many things, was always there when we needed despite his duties, and even as unbelievably wealthy as we were, taught us the responsibility that came with that wealth.

The charity events we hosted to provide needed financial aid to important programs. The volunteer work done to help out, the lessons in hard work. Learning to understand that just because someone was less fortunate, did not make them less than us. Actually some of Bell’s and my friends came from dirt poor families, and were smart as all get out. 3

When Bella and I decided to open our little freelance investment business, they were our first

customers. We helped them turn the money they scraped together with summer jobs in unforgiving places, and turn it into what to them, was a small fortune. They then asked us to reinvest those earning, three more times before taking half and putting it into savings themselves, the other half went back into the investments.

Our friends had joined us in our business, becoming financial consultants for our business and clients. They helped council our clients in making smart financial decisions, while Bella and I made the investments for them. We had a really solid client base already. We were going too have to grow, and there was already one person I had hired.

She had graduated from the Magic Academy two years ahead of us, and we had gotten along well with her. She was bold and a little brash, she had “No tolerance for bullshit and bullshit people,” she’d told us once, then said, “But you two are not bullshit people.” That for her was a glowing complement. She had been a fascinating creature, and supper good with numbers. She was a Dragon Master. 10

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their fated in my fathers territory. According to Veronica Rose Bonecrusher, her generation and all the younger ones, were

at first. She said the land around my fathers Castle had been beautiful, and the cottage we offered her was in a forest up against a mountain range, providing seclusion, but it was only twenty minutes away from town,

reasons I wasn’t a bullshit person, I actually cared about what happened to my kin and took care of them. She really was

Nathen. They both new how to drive, so we had Nathen take the first four hours of the trip. Nathen was the newest driver, so having him drive during the daylight hours was the only

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Alora’s POV

Gamma, felt his power increase with the bonds. Beatrice took Xander’s surname, becoming Beatrice Shadow Stonemaker. Then they turned to me, with blood and spirit, I bound them into my Clan. Their bonds to their Alpha now two fold, as his sworn Beta and Gamma, and

be the strongest Clan on this continent. We all finished breakfast. My mate making sure I had plenty to eat, making me feel cared for. I looked across the table, and I see Darien doing the same. I see

to be loved and cared for. Not beaten and abused like I was. Thinking of that “Beatrice,”

me, they want charges brought against both the Frost and the Northmountain Clans, not just Sarah and her parents. It’s hit them both hard, they feel they were punishing me for something not my

while at school…they avoided me like the plague. They said they were glad the girl they knew at home, was the

family is rallying around you, I’m sorry for the grief caused you and your

all them, you were their prisoner for longer, their torture toy, there was nothing you could have done.” her tone firm “None of this is your fault, none of

smile at her, grateful for her saying that “Thank

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