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Werewolf’s Heartsong by Dizzyizzyn Chapter 97

Chapter 97

Damien’s POV

It had been the feeling of a bone deep chill that had woken me. I hadn’t been able

to figure it out, at first, why I had been feeling so cold, the room was actually

warm. Then Alora started to shake against me. I’d sat up to look down at her, her

entire body was covered in a fine sheen of sweat, she was shaking, and her skin

cold to the touch.

This had worried me, ‘how could she have been so cold?’ I’d wondered. Worried I

had tried to wake her…but when I put my hands on her arms…I was dragged into

her nightmare…no…no not just a nightmare…it was a memory.

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The memory was a blood and pain filled horror show. I watched….helpless…as

my mate…drenched in blood…covered in filth…and chained to a post…was

beaten…sliced up…and stabbed…over and over again….by Sarah.

Pulling myself out of the nightmare. I had grabbed Alora and shook her, calling

her name, begging her to wake up. Becoming more and more distressed when

she didn’t…then she started to scream in agony…long drawn out pain filled

screams. My heart felt like it was squeezed in a vice, I couldn’t help the tears

falling down my face.

Zane was going wild inside me, whining and whimpering saying “Wake her, wake

our mate up!” over and over. I was begging her and I shook her a bit more, trying

not to shake her to hard and hurt her.

I was getting desperate and about to call for my mother and father when she

finally woke up. The relief I had felt had left me weak, but I had done my best to

hold it together, because my mate needed me, and I would be there for her no

matter what.

Hearing her apologize for my distress was heart breaking, it wasn’t her fault. No…

no the fault was Sarah’s. My fury was a living and breathing thing now, I could feel

the ground let out a small nearly indiscernible shake. I breathed through it, but it

wasn’t going to go away this time.

Hearing about it had been a very different thing from actually seeing it…and being

unable to prevent it. My mate has suffered so much, I was going to make it my

mission to make sure she experiences centuries of happiness from here on out.

When my mate had demanded I kiss her, I couldn’t hold back. I needed to love

her, to feel that she was all right and whole after that nightmare. She had been

covered in so much blood…and her pain. The kiss had turned into passionate

love making after that, and we had both needed it.

I had heid her close to me for awhile after that. Zane had calmed down after I had

made love to our mate. Feeling that she was now satisfied and happy once more.

We were not able to linger in bed for long, we had a big day ahead.

After a shower, instead of blow drying our hair, it was just towel dried and

brushed, our hair would air dry during breakfast left down. Now more than ever I

wanted to make sure Alora had a good day.

Maybe I should have mom take all the girls out shopping for today. A girls day out,

besides, I needed

to spend time with my dad, Master Brock, and Xander.

I needed to let out some of this fury I was feeling before the banquet. When I

suggested the girls day out at the shops and salons to my mother she was

delighted, the other girls excited to, Alora was equal parts apprehensive and

excited about it. O

With a hug and a kiss for my mate, we sent all seven females off in my mothers

new Honda Pilot. After they were gone my dad came and stood next to me. “What

is it son?” he asks me, already knowing something was wrong with me.

But still…”What makes you think something is wrong?” I asked…couldn’t make it

to easy on him now could I?

My dad growled at me, making me smirk a bit “I know when something is

bothering my pup boy.” he said, his voice a growl.

I smile at his irritation a moment then it falls off my face. “Alora had a nightmare, a

memory, about one of the times she was locked in those peoples basement.” I tell

him, my voice rough with emotion.

My father looks grim “What happened?” he asks me.

“I got pulled into it…Sarah was carving her up.” My voice a growl, the ground

trembles a little, I breath through my fury, trying to keep calm.

My father looks at me with understanding, anger in his own gaze. “Let’s go to the

training arena.” he

says.

He turns and looks at all the males left behind by their mates while they had a

girls day out. “Let’s all go to the training arena.” he says.

Master Brock is looking at me, a serious look on his face. “I need you to tell me

everything you saw in that nightmare.” he says.

Alora meant a great deal to Master Brock, to my father as well, my father nods his

head, needing to know as well, so does Darien, he’d been Alora’s best friend for

almost ten years now. Her Beta, Ga mma, and Enforcers look serious as well.

I nod at them all, “Okay, I’ll tell you, but lets get to the training arena first.” we

would all need the physical activity after.

We get out to the training arena, and I tell them everything in the nightmare. They

all listen, and are all angered and horrified that a fellow Pack member would be

that sick and we not know it. Sarah and her parents needed to be dealt with. (2)

I didn’t tell Darien that the episode was because he had cornered Sarah that day,

trying to get information on where Alora was, when she didn’t show up for school

her third day in a row, I didn’t know how he would take that, but a wolf that sick in

the head didn’t need a logical reason to carve someone up, and Alora had been

very convenient.

Needing to burn it off, I go up against my father and Master Brock, needing the

hard training session against these two fierce fighters, so I would be able to make

it through the banquet, without ripping those people to pieces. Father had invited

them for one thing. To show them how far from their reach Alora now is, and to

emphasize how much trouble they and their Clans are in.

We take a break for showers and lunch, our females still out, all of us getting texts

and updates about how they were doing, and that they were all definitely having

fun on their girls day out. O

I was sent a picture of Alora smiling and laughing freely and unrestrained by my

Gam ma Beatrice. Her message was “Your mate is glowing now Alpha, we will

keep her safe and happy till we return her to you.”

I smile and save the picture, setting it as my lock screen. She was sitting on a

window bench of a dress shop, the sun shining on her as her eyes sparkle with

joy, her smile is wide and bright. She was glowing, and I loved it. She had

definitely needed this day.

I sent Beatrice a message that said “Thank you for Alora’s picture.”

Then I send a message to Alora. “I love you my Starlight.” not able to resist telling

her the feelings overflowing inside my heart.

The girls would be out for at least a few more hours, they had eaten out at a

restaurant for their lunch, Alora having sent me a picture of her food when I asked

if she was getting enough to eat. Making sure my mate ate well may seem like a

small thing, but to a wolf, a well fed mate, meant a well provided for

mate.

It was a males pride and duty to make sure his mate and pups were all well fed

and healthy. That they had a pest free dwelling, and that they had decent clothes

to wear, they didn’t have to be expensive, just in decent condition. Being wealthy

had it’s perks, but money wasn’t everything to Werewolves, their family was.

That’s why Alora being abused as she was, was so horrifying to all of us. 3

The door bell to the house rang, I look to the clock, it’s only three in the afternoon,

the banquet wasn’t until nine tonight, and our females wouldn’t be back till around

five or six. Rick, my fathers Ga mma, brought in a very aristocratic looking couple.

The man was six foot eight, lean and broad with solid muscle, his posture straight

as an arrow. He has waist length long white hair. His eyes white with red rims.

The female at his side was only a little taller than Alora, maybe five ten or five

eleven. She had hip length golden blond hair, a soft golden peach skin color, and

her eyes were gold, rimmed in silver. 2

The male was a very powerful Vampire, the female a powerful Witch, this was a

couple you didn’t f u ck with, or you would regret finding yourself on the wrong side

of their wrath.

It only took me a few moments to realize who I was looking at, and with a fervent

hope I didn’t wind up on their bad side, I go to greet my mates father and

stepmother. 2

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