Werewolf’s Heartsong

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.

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 Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

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 cinnamon 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.

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 whore! How fucking 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 fuck 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?