Werewolf’s Heartsong by Dizzyizzyn Chapter 26
Werewolf’s Heartsong
Chapter 26
Aloraâs POV
As Darien was fighting his first opponent, I was thinking on the question he asked
me. âWhere had the chains come from. I wanted to know how they got there, but
how to find out. I felt like this was important to know. The only way to get
answerers was to ask questions.
ââXena, do you know how we came to be bound by the chains?â I ask.
âNo, theyâve always been there, since our birthâ she says
âSince our birth?â I say questioningly, surprised, making me want to know why.
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âYes, since birth, there was even a chain that was supposed to keep me from
coming to youâ at this, Iâm
shocked to my core.
âWhat?! You mean I wasnât supposed to be able to shift, to have you with me?â I
ask her, panicked at the though of how horr endous my life would have been
without having Xena, Sheâs all thatâs kept me together during those really dark
pain filled times I wanted to give up and die. I remember when I first heard her
voice. 2)
Soaked in my own blood, the fire of so many wounds open. Some half healed,
others new, all painful. I would cry silently wondering what I had done to deserve
what was happening to me. All I wanted was to be loved, I couldnât understand
why they didnât love me. Laying in the cold, dark and damp basement. I had
heavy manacles around my wrists, they hurt, digging in and cutting into my skin.
They were no longer necessary as I couldnât even get up I was so weak. Why had
they done this
to me? I kept wondering, was I really that bad a child? Did I really deserve this?
All I wanted was a piece of the birthday cake made for Sarahâs birthday. So I had
asked for one. Mom got so angry, she started slapping me over and over till I
collapsed in tears on the kitchen floor. Then she grabbed me by my hair, pulling
me back up, slapping me more and more. My face was swollen and b loody, my
lips were split, my eyes beginning to blacken. She was shrieking, her words a
load roar to my ringing ears. 4)
âHow dare you ask for cake! You donât deserve to have it you wretch! Your nothing
but a blight, a mistake, a good for nothing worthless wretch! A horrible demon that
should never have existed! It disgusts me that you came from my womb! If I could
I would kill you for the damage youâve done!â
I didnât know what damage, I hadnât broken anything. I was always careful not to. I
followed all directions, I didnât disobey any directive I was given. I just wanted
them to love me. I had apologized and begged her to forgive me, sobbing that I
was sorry, that I would be a good girl, begging her not to hurt me any more.
I could have saved my breath, they never listened to my pleaâs for forgiveness
and to not hurt me. It never mattered how good of a girl I was, they always found
some minute reason to punish me. Even a bad time at the grocery store would be
taken out on me. Because just by being born I had ruined our family.
My mother ignoring my cries had dragged me down the stairs, each step painful
to my back and brusing me further. She put the chains around my wrists. The she
grabbed the whip, I new what was coming. I
start screaming âMommy no! Please no! Iâm sorry, Iâm sorry, Iâll be good, Iâll be a
good girl, mommy please, please mommy Iâm sorry!â
She listened to none of it, and started whipping me over and over. I put my hands
over my face, screaming, tears streaming. With every slash opened up in my
flesh by the whip, my blood flying every where, I screamed. Until I couldnât even
move, my back, my front, my legs and arms, even the back of my hands, every bit
was covered in wounds.
Once I was quiet she stopped and stood there watching me bleed all over the
floor. Tears falling, not a sound coming from me. Her last words before leaving me
there and walking back up the stairs. âI hope you die you wretch, you deserve it
for destroying this family with your birth, filthy demon.â Why was I a demon, how
could I make them love
me?
Then the voice came, it was pure like a musical wind chime âYour not a demon,
your a werewolf, and Iâm here nowâ she had said, âWho are you?â I had asked. âI
am Xena, your wolfâ she told me. âBut mommy said I would never have a wolf, that
I didnât deserve oneâ I told her. âEvery child born to a werewolf has a wolf she told
me âIâm here now, youâll never be alone againâ she says.
âNever?â I ask unsure, wanting her presence to be true. âNever, Iâll love you, and
one day youâll have a mate who will love and accept you tooâ she told me. I cried
at that, I wasnât alone anymore. You didnât do anything wrong by being bornâ she
tells me. âThey are wrong, and theyâre the ones who donât deserve you.â she had
said.
That was the day I had stopped trying
to gain my families love and acceptance. That was the day I started to plan my
escape from them. They didnât deserve me, so I would take myself away from
them, and live my own life free of the pain and blood that was my existence with
them. I shake my head to shake off the memory, tuning back into our present
conversation.
âWhen you first came to me I remember telling you that my mother had told me I
would never have a wolf because I didnât deserve oneâ I remind her.
âThat night I had been trying to break the chain that was trapping me in my âspaceâ
keeping me from coming to you she tells me.
âHow did you get free of the chainsâ I asked her.
âThe Moon Goddess had heard me crying out, she came to me that nightâ
she says
Shocked at that information âWhat did the Moon Goddess do?â I ask her.
âShe touched the chain and It broke. She said âYour destiny to be with your
human half will not be kept from you, you will be free to be with your other half.â
thatâs when she broke the chain. Then the Moon Goddess told me.â
âThe she-wolf who has birthed you and your human half cannot escape her
punishment, for rejecting her destined mate she has failed to be true to her
bloodline. She was told, as punishment she was denied ascension, her first
daughter born will never be acknowledged and gifted my blessing, it will be the
second daughter born, the one most like the first Alpha, who I have blessed, the
one who I will acknowledge.â
âShe had to be the one who did it, it
had to be her, but how?â I say to her.
âI believe she is the one who had it done, yesâ she states.
âThe one who had it done? Meaning you believe she had someone else do the
chains?â I ask her.
âIt was a Witchâs spell, a Dark Witchâ she informs me.
âHow would mom know a Dark Witch?â I wonder aloud to her.
âI may have been kept from you since birth, but I was still with you while being
trapped in that spaceâ she says. I remember one of the neighbors that came over
all the time, till a little after we were tossed in that river, she always smelled faintly
of Black Magic, and something else, like she was trying to mask her scent.
Xenaâs revelation, had me thinking of who she was talking about. I started
who she was talking about. I started to think of the woman she was talking about.
I remember my mother calling her sister and Sarah calling her Aunty. They
couldnât be real sisters so I think it was more of a deep relationship, them so close
they were like the sister each never had.
She had hated me too, she had always had a look of contempt whenever her
gaze would land on me. She had brown hair and Ice blue eyes rimmed in black.
She was always over, everyday. Until shortly after I was almost drowned in the
river by Sarah and her friends. Then she was suddenly gone, never seen again.
I started to remember a couple of things. âAbout the time the woman your talking
about disappeared, there was an uproar in the Pack. I remember the adults were
all upset about something to do with a Witch, she was banished from Pack Lands
because she
was caught practicing Black Magic on wolves.â I say to Xena.
âShe has to be the woman they were talking aboutâ says Xena, thinking what Iâm
thinking.
âIt canât be a coincidence, that and the other thing that happened, make me
believe thatâs who they were talking about. Sheâs also got to be the one who
bound us in chains.â I tell her.
Sheâs quiet for a moment, she knows what Iâm talking about, if what she said was
true. That while she had been kept from me, she was still with me. Then she
would have born witness to that night. That night had been the first of many nights
spent in that basement chained and bleeding.