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Werewolf’s Heartsong by Dizzyizzyn Chapter 81

Chapter 81

Damien’s POV

Today had been eventful. This morning at breakfast I introduced my mate status

with Alora. I’ve taken on her surname and bonded into her Clan. I bonded with my

Beta and his mate was now my Gam ma. Then I watched as they were bonded as

Clan members to my mate. I had felt how deep these connections were. I got to

watch my mate as she transformed into Selena in front of me.

‘Goddess’ she was just as much a temptation in this form as she was in her

human form. I had hardened to the point of pain at the sight. Kissing her like that

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had been an all encompassing desire I was helpless to ignore, even if I had

wanted too. And I would have been a stu pid wolf indeed not to

answer. My mate needed assurance of my attraction to her, Selena was

conscious of the scars marking her skin, but I would lick every inch of those

marks, till she forgot everything but the pleasure I could bring her.

Watching her fight with Victors Sprite form Nicholas had been something out of

this world. Like something you would replace in an Anime or a Japanese cosplay or

fantasy action movie. They didn’t just fight with swords, they fought with magic

too. Flame and lightning. Her flames were purple and entrancing, laced with blue

lightning. She had sent them to coat her swords, as did Nicolas. His flame was

black, his lightning red.

When their swords and power came together on that first strike, it caused a back

blow of power that had pushed us all back. The sca ttering of lightning across the

ground sent us scrambling even farther back. Master Brock was standing off to

the side, smiling like a proud papa. I remember the day I had been assigned to

train with him. He had been a shell of a wolf, days away from killing himself with

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grief.

He had lost his new mate, and their first pup, at the same time in an awful

tragedy. My father had ordered him to train Xander and me, it had gradually

brought this wolf back to life, he had a reason to keep going. A duty he felt he was

responsible for fulfilling. Darien and Matt would occasionally train with him, but

they’d had a different Trainer as their full time Master (2

When I was about to leave for University I had worried I wouldn’t see the Training

Master when I got back. Afraid that he would feel his Duty was done and he could

finally let himself expire. It was the faint smell of blood and the slightest of limps

Alora had one day that gave me the inspiration. I had seen a dying she pup in

those eyes. And it had torn me to pieces, it was one of my reasons for refusing to

go off to the University at first.

I felt I would lose her for sure if I didn’t do something. So I had put the two people

I had feared losing while gone, together. Brining Alora to see Master Brock the

day after graduation. My attraction to her already having started by then. My

attachment to her was soul deep, I hated the idea of being away from her side,

but I had a duty to fulfill for not only my Clan, but my Pack, and all the Packs. 3

I had wanted to make sure I was in a position that would allow me to take her

away from the life that was making her want to die, and protect her, provide her

with a life she wanted to live instead. She was so smart, extremely intelligent, and

I hope our pups got every bit of her brains. I had been young,

and hadn’t had the power to do much, but what I could do, I did.

When Master Brock had looked at her, I knew what he had seen. An abused pup

who wanted to give up on life, so when I had asked him to train her, he had

immediately agreed. Every time I came back to visit those rare moments, I saw a

new life and vitality to those two, they had needed each other. She needed a

father figure to make her stronger, to give her a fighting spirit, and he needed a

reason to keep living. Alora had provided him that reason.

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I had thought ‘Now I can continue to give him more reasons to keep living’.

Besides, who better other than Alora and me, was there to train our future pups.

With that thought, I had walked to his side. “Don’t think your job is done yet Old

Man.” I’d said in a dry tone “I fully expect you to help train any pups Alora and I

have.”

He had looked emotional for a moment before he pulled himself together, saying

“Who could ever possibly more qualified to train any of Alora’s pup’s.” I had

noticed he had deliberately said Alora’s pups, leaving me out of it. I had to growl

at him and he had just smiled. He liked to tease me, and I let him, he felt like a

beloved Uncle to me, he was best friends with Dad and Boris, so this made

sense.

Then I had remembered something Dad had mentioned briefly this morning. “Hey,

Old Man.” I say to get his attention. “Dad said we’re supposed to get a Pack

Transfer Today, a new Battle Historian and Master Strategist Trainer.” I told him.

He had looked at me and frowned “Anyone we know?” he’d asked me.3

“No, but the wolf comes from one of the far thest of the Northern Packs, the Arctic

Plaines Pack.” I’d told him.

“Any idea why the wolf chose us?” he’d asked me.

“From what dad told me, the wolf is coming here because we had an employment

opportunity, and hasn’t found a mate among their Pack, and seems to be hoping,

by relocating here, they’ll replace one.” I’d said. 2

“You got a name for the wolf?” he’d asked.

“Sam Bearhunter, I was told for their size, this wolf was very powerful.” I’d told

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“So a small wolf huh? Most of our males here are large, the wolf may have some

trouble.” he had said to me.

Then we had gone back to paying attention to the fight. Till Master Brock called a

halt to it. When Selena walked over to me, my mate had transformed into a fourth

form, and it had been se xy. It was all of them melded together, my wolf howled in

desire inside me and all I wanted to do was tear her cloths off and mate with her.

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I wanted to mate with her in all her forms. Every part of her was beautiful, and all

mine. The kiss I gave her had set me to near bursting, my balls had drawn up and

my coc k had throbbed painfully, and had leaked out of the tip. ‘Goddess’ I had

wanted to ravish her right then. When I had asked her what to call her fourth form,

she said she called it a Kitsune.

Then when I asked for a name, she had asked me to name her, saying she’s

always loved when I called her Starlight. This form had all of my mate, all of my

Starlight, so it was appropriate, and the joy it gave her I felt through the bond.

Grateful something so simple, could make her so happy. I wanted to make her

happy for as long as we both lived. I could live on her smiles alone.

Then her siblings had arrived with their cousin. She had a younger sister and five

younger brothers. And they had accepted her immediately, one of the boys vary

upset over having been kept from knowing her, and of her abuse. What was

surprising and hilarious at the same time, was that her Enforcers had found their

mates in her sister and her sisters cousin. 5

It provided a hilarity to the moment, it also made me feel at ease. This meant that

her sister and her friend would be living with us at the Heartsong Mansion. I was

beginning to feel moving into the Mansion, would be the first thing we would do

after her Fathers visit to the Pack was over. I wanted to be settled before Alora’s

first heat began. 2

For some reason, I was starting to feel a bit like the Goddess was collecting

chess pieces for something. The something I had yet to figure out, and maybe I

wouldn’t yet. But I believed it would be for something important. My mate has

already gone through trials no child should every have to go through. So what

more could there be?

My contemplation had been broken when that st upid she wolf came storming in

and screeching at Beatrice. My anger started to rise. My rage building, feeding,

becoming larger. I had decided to follow my mates lead. She had been calm, she

had wanted to see what happened, then my rage had exploded into a killing

frenzy when my brother spoke allowed of one of Sarah’s favorite hobbies. Carving

up my mate. 2

I had seen the scars on Selena. Selena was just one part of my Starlight, but a

part that was still mine. All parts of my Starlight belonged to me, and Sarah had

hurt them. I wanted her dead. I wanted to rip her heart out and crush it, in front of

her screaming horrified face, but I wanted to make her suffer for a long time first.

Repay her for my mates wounds.

Then her sister had revealed just exactly who she was, and a future Council

Witch to both of those Councils, was only for the powerful, and she was. Her cold

aristocratic baring replacing the bubbly happy teen we saw just moments ago.

Then Alora had reminded Sarah of her mothers vow made by blood, bound by a

fire spell. It was a horribly excruciating and ugly way to die.

Stepping forward, and allowing that stu pid bit ch feel just how much I wanted to kill

her. Sarah having pis sed herself in fear, before turning and managing to get up,

and take off running, screaming from the training arena, had been a bit cathartic. I

knew my face had a very wolfish grin on it, one that said if I caught you, I would

rip you to shreds.

“Run bit ch run…but you’ll never escape my wrath.” Softly spoken it may have

been, but that warning was nothing less then a vow from me.