Werewolf’s Heartsong by Dizzy izzy

Chapter 118

Alora’s POV con’d

I never really thought about how my father new instantly that I had been tortured, thinking it was purely due to the amount of scars worn on Selena’s skin. When we had transformed into our Sprites during our training I hadn’t paid attention to the scars on his skin.2

I thought back to the battle now, and forced myself to pay attention to the scars this time. When I did, I couldn’t hold back my gasp of horror and the anguish that seemed to come with it. A tear escaped and trailed down my cheek.

My mate seeing this, gathered me onto his lap holding me close “What is it mate, what has you so upset?” he asked me in a worried tone.

I looked up into his eyes, tears on my lashes, my sorrow clear to see. (This novel will be daily updtaed at www.noveljar.com)”I know his scars, they are like mine.” I buried my face in his chest and cried silent sobs of grief, for my father, and for myself. My tormentors were mostly gone and dead, there was only one left. My fathers tormenter was his mother in law, and she was still alive. It made me angry.

Suddenly the tears dried as my anger began to rise, but it wasn’t just my anger and demand for justice I felt, it was Selena’s and Xena’s too. He was our father, and though we barley knew him…we understood him, and felt deeply for him already. How could we not, our connection was now just that much deeper with this new revelation. I needed to get back, I suddenly really wanted to hug my father, and my new mom. 2

My mate, sensing my emotions stood with me in his arms, he let my legs down gently till my feet touched the floor and I was able to stand on my own. He didn’t let me go though, he kept his arm wrapped around me, providing a much needed comfort. He was a wonderful caring male, he would never leave me in distress if it was in his power to help dispel it.

The others had silently watched our entire exchange, they wore varying expressions ranging from curiosity and worry to shared sorrow. They were all family and friends, more than I ever expected to have. This just meant there were more people I was now dedicated to protecting. I would need to study the things in here and remember the knowledge collected over my past lives. I would need to have us prepared to take on the Black Magic Coven.

Damien and I lead the way out. Once everyone was out, the willow was sealed once more. We started walking back to the training grounds, the crowd was large and loud. The atmosphere was light and lively, I tried not to let my sorrow keep me from feeling it. I wanted to feel more of the

on the way back to the stadium. I was grateful Stephanie chose to stay by his side instead of following her mothers dictates. I was more grateful now than ever before that she chose to love me, and adopt me as her daughter. She fought

some point, of that I was certain, but I wanted to know what there relationship was like before my father. What had her home life been like? What was in her mothers past, that she was so afraid of her daughter messing

and heart, till it came to someone harming those she considered hers. (This novel will be daily updtaed at www.noveljar.com)She was a very powerful and extremely intelligent Witch. She had held a Council seat

my Starlight?” Damien asked me, his deep

I truly loved this male. I looked at his face, his eyes, his lips, studying him, taking in all his handsome and sexy features. “I was thinking about my new mom’s father, wondering how he was, I was also wondering what kind of relationship mom had with her mother before she met my father.” I tell him, my voice soft, I reach up and brush the one lock of black

find out.” he advises. He gently grabs the hand I used to

He breathed in deep, taking in my scent, the glow got brighter, and the color changed to that of his wolf. His arm around my waist, bringing us tightly together, his hardness was pressed

to his lips and the hunger I started to feel became to much of a temptation, I had to kiss him. Taking my hand from his I lift my arms up and wrap them around his neck, bringing him down for a passionate kiss. I let out a moan as the

beat of my heart, it was getting wetter by the second. I moved one of my hands up and buried my fingers in his hair

within me. His arms tightened around my waist a moment before he brings one hand up to the back of my

cells cried out and my core throbbed empty, calling out to be filled by him. He pulled his mouth

kiss him again but he held

and need was in every line of his face. His body was almost trembling with need as he held back with effort. He leaned down and pressed his nose into my mark and took a deep

he growls and pants a little “I don’t think we will

more shivers of desire and flames of arousal over every nerve in my body. “What’s happening?”