Werewolf’s Heartsong by Dizzyizzyn Chapter 24

Chapter 24

Brock’s POV

I knew the boy would be irritated. But I couldn’t help it. He should have shown up

to watch her himself. I was looking forward to this last part of the tournament. I

had a feeling something was going to be different. The Alpha had told me, all that

had gone on since I witnessed her rejection and the slaps from her sister this

morning. 2

It breaks my heart at all her family has put that pup through. I was grateful I was

made her trainer. If I could do anything for this pup I could give her the skill she

would need to get free of her family.

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Over the last year it became almost a physical image, the chains binding her,

holding her back. My father called what I could see a trainers

intuition, we were able to see a fighters potential and bring it out of them.

With Alora all I had been able to do is make her stronger than any other wolf in

her school, despite the impairment. But when I looked at her moments ago the

chains were gone. Her strength glowing, rising from her like a spiritual fire.

That’s when I had sought out my Alpha, to see if he new what happened.

Something had happened while on the lunch break, and now, she was freed from

her family. That’s what must have broken the chains. This means we’re going to

be blessed with a sight we haven’t seen since the last female Heartsong Alpha, a

Lunar Princess.

There was a picture of the last one in one of the many journals my family kept.

Centuries of training and it’s

improvements were in those journals, and my family line had been blessed with

training every female Heartsong Alpha since the first one.

That’s when, according to my father, and the journals, we were blessed with our

second sight. The one that’s allowed me to see the binding on Alora’s strength. It

was what has allowed our family to be the best trainers around the world, that and

our dedication. We have all, at some point in our lives, in every generation, spent

five to ten years traveling. Learning other Packs techniques. Learning how not to

just fight other wolves but the ‘Others’ of our world. We always brought back more

books and information. Books brought back in there countries original languages

were paired with their translation.

It was a great honor to be Alora’s trainer and hanafill..

trainer, and hopefully she’ll allow me to train any pups she may have. I had a

feeling the wolf she’s matched with next will be powerful. Maybe it’ll be that

irritating brat of the Alpha’s that I watched come into his own as he grew. Now he

was at that Alpha’s University with his Beta. 4

They’ll be home in three weeks, it’ll be good to see how much they have grown, I

taught those boy’s everything I could before they went off. And from what I’ve

been told, they will graduate first Rank. It’s only fitting for the Alpha of Alpha’s.

I smile to myself. Maybe I should have those two battle Alora, see how they hold

up against her. I’m sure I could find a way to set that up. I bet she’ll be able to

hold her own against them. She had that much strength, that little abused pup I

first met has grown, she was now an Alpha Female.

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Alora’s POV

It was time for my first fight this round, Xena was excited. We would show

everyone how strong we are. I know my parents and Sarah would be watching. I

was out of their reach now. This would prove it. Jamison was my first opponent.

I walk down to the platform and take my place. I strip down to nothing, before

transforming. Werewolves didn’t care about nudity normally, why would they, we

all had to transform, couldn’t do that in clothes.

I hear gasps and murmurs after my transformation. My wolf and I were tall and

powerful in this form as well, much bigger than Jamison. The Celtic bands around

my wrists, ankles and on my colar bones, visible on our half form. The stars

appeared in our fur, the crown across our forehead. 3

No one had seemed to see the markings on my skin at the restaurant. They had

all been to focused on me collapsing, and then we had all been to hungry for

anything but chowing down once the food had arrived.

It had been fifty years since another Lunar Princess walked among us, and now

here I was, with the chains binding my true self broken. The magic rushing

through my veins is amazing. I feel like I could do anything at this moment. All

around me, the Adults are in a tizzy about my transformation. 2

Off to the side I see Master Brock smiling like he new all along, and maybe he

did. The words he said to me that day making a return, playing through my mind

again. The memory making me smile. I could only imagine that this smile, looked

like a threatening grin. With my lips drawn

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back, exposing my fangs.

I look across from me at the platform at Jamison and Seth in their half form. Seth

was a black and silver wolf so that’s the color of their fur now in wolf form.

Jamison is a good looking male. Tall, broad shoulders, a muscular chest and an

eight pack, the muscles in his arms and legs were large, but not overly so. They

were tightly packed and lean, not bulging, just large. That continued over into his

wolf form as he grew to eight feet and seven inches tall. 2

His eyes were a glowing gold, rimmed in a cinn amon colored amber, his tail long

and bushy. The fur that started on his forehead over the back of his neck,

spreading half way across his shoulders, tapering to a V on his spine half way

down his back, was black. His body fur brown, and was four inches longer then all

his other fur, excent that the bushy strand of

his tail were even longer, they were about six inches. It was kind of like the hair of

his human form, appearing on his wolf in this half form.

Xena and I grew to be nine feet and four inches, the black of my hair transferring

to this form. Like Jamison and Seth half for the fur that was our ‘hair’ was in the

same place on Xena and mine’s half form, only our ‘hair’ was two feet in length.

Draping back in a water fall of fur, my ears, are all white, parting some of the fur.

Our ‘hair’ was the only black fur in this form.

Our tail fur, had about eight inches of length in its bushiest part. My fur covered

breasts where just as proportionately large on this form, as they are on my human

form. The rest of my form is just as proportionate. A long, lean torso, with a tightly

muscled belly, just shy of being a six

pack, tucked in at the middle, small but not overly tiny. Wide hips. Well defined

muscular arms and legs, large without being bulky or overly large.

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My claws were long, black and sharp. We had thumbs in this form, our legs were

a straighter, longer, slightly human, version of wolf legs. Our feet also having

claws, adding to an already deadly form. Our eyes large glowing violet, rimmed

with silver. The stars in my fur sparkling like diamonds in the black of our hair. I

know we’re beautiful. D

I can also hear some of the whisperes and comments coming from the crowd. I

hear it when Sarah snarls. “That h o re! How f u ck ing dare she do this!”. I knew

what she meant. “How dare I show her up like this. Well I dare, because this is

who I am, and I’m done suppressing myself for their vanity.

Jamison didn’t have a chance. The moment the signal to start sounded we

attacked. We were fast, a blur of speed, just a streak of color. We connected with

a spinning kick to the chest that had him flying up and out of the ring, rolling

across the floor to slam into the stadium wall. He was out cold. The officials went

through their motions, then declared us the winner of this match.

The roar of the crowd was loud as I changed back, and got into my clothes. The

crown and stars were gone, but the necklace and braces on my wrists and ankles

stayed. I didn’t bother with the skirt cardigan or shoes, just carried them with me

up to my seat. Every wolf I passed on my way to my seat showed me signs of

respect.

They knew what and who I was, both before and now. That they were now

showing me this should have been

gratifying. But too many of these wolves stood by while I was tormented by my

sister and her friends. It would take awhile before I could let that go. I was an

Alpha, I had to let this go in order to be the best Alpha I could be, and I would. It

would just take some time, I needed to heal.

Setting my stuff under my seat I turn around and sit down. I look at Darien who is

staring at me in mute, shocked silence. I wait for a moment before asking “Cat got

your tongue?” in a drawl, smirking as I did. He starts to say something a few time

before finally bursting out with “What the f uck happened while you were passed

out?!” causing me to burst out with laughter. 2

“Like I told your parents, Xena pulled me into her ‘space and helped me process

the fact that I was finally free.” I start the explanation. “When I

accepted that fact, accepted my destiny as an Alpha she-wolf of the Heartsong’s.

These chains that had been binding my magic, and my physical power, were

broken.”

He looks shocked and amazed for a moment, then his smile turns to a frown and

a look of concern forms. “Where did the chains come from?” he asks in a serious

tone. My look turns to one of confusion as I tell him “I don’t know, I didn’t even

know they were there.” Where had they come from?