Werewolf’s Heartsong by Dizzyizzyn Chapter 2
Werewolf’s Heartsong
Aloraâs POV
My sister Sarah, loved to torment me, taunt me with the things she would do to
me. She had no plans to let me leave and live peacefully. She had a boyfriend,
the youngest son of our Packâs Beta. Sheâs already told me that once she is
mated to Matt, sheâll find a way to have me exiled from the pack, and declared a
rogue. This is so she can kill me, or have me killed. She said it was only right for
her to remove the embarrassing dark stain that was me from their lives.
Sarah doesnât know we are from a very respected bloodline, not that sheâd want
to claim it. I also found where my coloring might have possibly come from. Iâm
the doppelganger for the first of our ancestors, Luna Heartsong. She had been
an Alpha warrior, she was reputed as one of the strongest and fiercest wolves of
our history. My family would want to deny any relation to her because of her
skin, hair and eye color. I still couldnât figure out the reasoning behind this, no
other Clans cared as they did about coloring.
Forcing myself to shake off the depressing thoughts, I start thinking about the
day ahead. I had turned eighteen over the four day break, making me
somewhat excited for today. I might be able to meet my mate today. Xena is
excited as well. Probably more so than I am.
Oh I know Iâm more excited she remarks.
âWhy is that?â I inquire teasingly.
Because our mate will love us, weâll have someone who appreciates us for who
we really are she says excitedly.
âThatâs our hope at least, it would be nice if our mate accepts us. Hiding away,
with graduation just around the corner, has become exhausting. School ends
officially in two weeks. The Universityâs finals have been taken, only tests left,
are the High Schoolâs finals.â
Tests, more tests, how long are they going to take, Iâd rather be running she
grumbled.
âJust the first three days this week, then the last week and a half will be full of
nonsense, weâll go running later tonightâ I say soothingly.
When do we stop hiding everything youâve accomplished from your family she
demanded.
âThe moment the ink dryâs on my diplomas and I have my license in hand and a
key to my own apartment. The Alpha has a suite of rooms at the Pack House
heâs going to assign me the moment I graduateâ I tell her, then âAlthoughâ¦I may
not wait till then even.â
The Alpha really respects you, youâre like the daughter heâs never had she
reminds me.
âYeah, the Alpha only has two sons. His eldest is to be our next Alpha of the
Pack. Heâs finishing up his final Alpha training, and should come back this
summerâ is my response.
I hope heâs still nice to us when he comes back to start taking his fatherâs
position she says.
âIâd almost drowned the day we met. When he found me on the side of the river,
covered in mud and blood, I was just a pup, he was a teen wolf. He helped his
father rescue me, and helped his mother nurse me back to health. He was
always protective of me after that, and you, after you came to me. Then once
we were able to shift, his wolf would watch over us whenever we ran with him.
Iâm sure heâll still be nice to us when he gets home.â I assure her.
I start to dwell on the memory of that day, the day I met him, the same day
Sarah tried to drown me. It had been raining for a week, downpour after
downpour before we finally got a sunny day. One of our neighbors had given me
some used clothing, and there was this dress.
It was a simple dress, white with blue flowers and went down just past my
knees, my sister tried to wear it but she had been to big for it, I had saved it for
that day. We had been attending the pack picnic, a celebration for the end of
winter, and the beginning of spring.
The trouble started because everyone was remarking how pretty I looked in that
dress. My hair in two french braids on either side of my face. They were saying
how beautiful my skin tone was next to the color, how it made my eyes pop so
pretty.
As for my sister, she was in a pale pink dress, that was just like all her other
dresses, so while she got a âYou look nice, as always darlingâ, she had became
increasingly infuriated at all the compliments I had been getting. She went and
told our parents I was making a public scene in front of the Pack, drawing
attention. My parents then walked over and stood near, but still at a distance,
from the group of wolves complimenting me on how beautiful I was.
They had been complementing everything my family and Clan hated about me,
which was everything. They had always told me I was ugly, and that I was a
dark mistake, because I was not pale, my hair was not blond, my eyes were not
blue. I was the blight upon the family, the shameful blot of imperfection in the
Clan, and those wolves at the picnic had praised all of those features as
beautiful. My parents had been furious.
They couldnât just storm up and yank me away, too public a confrontation. It
would have been bad for their image, the image of the Clan. Instead they sent
my sister to get me. She had grabbed my arm in a tight painful hold, and said,
âMommy and Daddy are looking for youâ in a bright childish voice. So the adults
had bid us goodbye, and left me to the mercies of my parents.
Mercyâ¦â¦if only they really had any, my mother had slapped me as soon as
she could get away with it. âYou ungrateful wretch, how dare you disparage your
sister, how dare you go out in public like this, youâre an embarrassment to this
family you ugly child, a stain that I should have drowned at birth, go home!
NOW!â she had shrieked the last word.
As I was walking home, embarrassed, my cheek red with the imprint of her hand
and tears running down my face, my sister and her friends surrounded me.
âThatâs what you get for trying to outshine me you worthless wretchâ Sarah
hissed.
âThey just liked the dress, I didnât do it on purposeâ I had hoped she would
understand, and not punish me for it, how wrong I had been.
âThat dress is an eyesoreâ Agatha had said.
âYeah letâs do something about thatâ said Lauren.
âYeah letâs get rid of itâ suggested Beatrice.
âYouâre right that would make it betterâ¦.but is it enough?â Sarahâs tone had
made my belly tighten, fear had taken hold.
Then she looked at the swollen river behind me and the muddy embankment.
âI know what Iâll do, how bout a swim little sisterâ she said with an evil smirk on
her face.
She reached out and grabbed me, then she started to drag me. I had dug my
feet into the ground to keep her from dragging me further. Her nails had bitten
into my skin, drawing blood.
It had hurt and I had cried from the pain. The blood had made my arm slippery,
and I was able to break her hold on me. I had turned, and was running away
from the river, but her friends jumped me before I could get far.
Lauren and Beatrice grabbed me by my feet, and pulled me back to the river.
Agatha and Sarah where trying to get my hands, but I was punching slapping
and scratching, Sarah had blood running down her cheek now and was furious,
âThis better not scar you little freak, Iâm going to drown you, you bitch!â she
shrieked.
They picked me up off the ground, Sarah slapped me so hard my ears had
rung. I was dizzy, my vision blurry with tears, when they were finally able to
throw me off the embankment, and into the raging river. I went under the river
tossing me again and again as I fought to surface only to be able to gasp before
being tossed back down by the current, I started to work my way to shore.
The water slamming me into the rock and river debris over and over. I finally
caught a branch and hung on to keep the river from taking me again, gasping,
trying to get my breath back, but I was battered and weak.
Trembling, but determined I used the branch to get me to the edge of a steep
and muddy embankment. Clinging to the branch I started to claw my way up,
mud and dirt coming away to cover me as I finally pulled myself up and out of
the river. I had collapsed there at the edge of the river, in the mud, and passed
out.
I came to as someone touched my shoulder turning me over, I smelled wolf.
âWhat happened to you little one?â a young voice asked
âSon, what are you doing in the mud get over here.â an older voice demanded
âDad thereâs a little girl here, sheâs covered in blood and mud and sheâs
soaked.â said the young voice
âWHAT! â I hear shouted, then there was running, the feet stopped on my other
side, then he was also kneeling in the mud. âWhy would a pup be out here like
this?â I hear him ask in a voice filled with horror.