Werewolf’s Heartsong

Chapter 2

Alora’s 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 Pack’s Beta. She’s

already told me that once she is mated to Matt, she’ll 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 doesn’t know we are from a very respected bloodline, not that she’d want to claim it. I also found

where my coloring might have possibly come from. I’m 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 couldn’t 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 I’m more excited she remarks.

“Why is that?” I inquire teasingly.

Because our mate will love us, we’ll have someone who appreciates us for who we really are she says

excitedly.

“That’s 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 University’s finals

have been taken, only tests left, are the High School’s finals.”

Tests, more tests, how long are they going to take, I’d rather be running she grumbled.

“Just the first three days this week, then the last week and a half will be full of nonsense, we’ll go

running later tonight” I say soothingly.

When do we stop hiding everything you’ve accomplished from your family she demanded.

“The moment the ink dry’s 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 he’s going to assign me the moment I

graduate” I tell her, then “Although…I may not wait till then even.”

The Alpha really respects you, you’re like the daughter he’s never had she reminds me.

“Yeah, the Alpha only has two sons. His eldest is to be our next Alpha of the Pack. He’s finishing up his

final Alpha training, and should come back this summer” is my response.

I hope he’s still nice to us when he comes back to start taking his father’s position she says.

“I’d 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. I’m sure he’ll

still be nice to us when he gets home.” 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 “You look nice, as always darling”, 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 couldn’t 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, “Mommy and Daddy are looking for you” in a bright childish voice. So the

adults had bid us goodbye, and left me to the mercies of my parents.

Mercy……if only they really had any, my mother had slapped me as soon as she could get away with it.

“You ungrateful wretch, how dare you disparage your sister, how dare you go out in public like this,

you’re an embarrassment to this family you ugly child, a stain that I should have drowned at birth, go

home! NOW!” 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. “That’s what you get for trying to outshine me

you worthless wretch” Sarah hissed.

“They just liked the dress, I didn’t do it on purpose” I had hoped she would understand, and not punish

me for it, how wrong I had been.

“That dress is an eyesore” Agatha had said.

“Yeah let’s do something about that” said Lauren.

“Yeah let’s get rid of it” suggested Beatrice.

“You’re right that would make it better….but is it enough?” Sarah’s tone had made my belly tighten, fear

had taken hold.

Then she looked at the swollen river behind me and the muddy embankment.

“I know what I’ll do, how bout a swim little sister” 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, “This better not scar you little freak, I’m going to drown you, you bitch!” 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.

“What happened to you little one?” a young voice asked Têxt belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

“Son, what are you doing in the mud get over here.” an older voice demanded

“Dad there’s a little girl here, she’s covered in blood and mud and she’s soaked.” said the young voice

“WHAT! ” I hear shouted, then there was running, the feet stopped on my other side, then he was also

kneeling in the mud. “Why would a pup be out here like this?” I hear him ask in a voice filled with horror.