Werewolf’s Heartsong

Chapter 177

Chapter 177

Alora’s POV

There was the sound of a chain breaking with each spell we undid. Looking at the chemical compounds of the tranquilizer, even though they had been adjusted, I was able to easily process the drugs. Soon we were no longer trapped, we were free, and furious.

I opened my rage filled eyes in time to see Sarah standing over me screaming as she thrust down. The blade was aimed at my uterus, just as the blade was about to meet flesh. The protective spell surrounding my pups activated and the resulting force tossed Sarah back and out of my cell. I heard a sickening crack, and then a thump.

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I rolled over, and struggled to my feet, swaying with light headedness. I stumbled forward a few steps before I was able to walk properly, with only a slight limp. I looked at Sarah, there was a flash as the light caught on something around Sarah’s neck. I focused my slightly blurry vision on the shiny object.. 6

I remembered what it was just as they came into view, my rings. I laughed out loud, startling myself with how much loathing was in my laugh. It shouldn’t surprise me to feel this way about Sarah. She had long ago crossed my bottom line, I no longer had even one ounce of mercy for this female.

My walk over to Sarah took on a predatory feel to it, if someone saw, I imagine they would have seen a hunter stalking its prey. Because that was what Sarah was to me now, prey. The moment I reached her I ripped the chain off her neck, leaving bloody lines behind.

With the rings in one hand I used my other to draw the chain out and whip it in the direction of Sarah. The chain hit Sarah in the face and left a long and bloody gash down the side of one cheek, from her eye to her chin. I put the rings on my thumbs, and I felt them connect with me. Not wanting to have them taken from me again, I said the spell that had them becoming tattoos on my skin.

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The sun set, and my regalia became tangible, the rings as well, but they were no longer able to be removed. Like the regalia, if anyone tried to take the items off me, the items would turn back into the state of a tattoo on my skin. I ran the fingers of one hand through my star laden braids. I felt strength start to fill me again.

Just then, the three Witches who had been helping Sarah rushed in. The looks on their faces as they skidded to a halt and saw me awake, and out of my cell, were hilarious with varied expressions of horror. Me on the other hand, I was delighted, my prey had just come running to me. I felt my lips stretch into a predatory grin that exposed my fangs.

The fear on the Witches faces let me know just how scary I was being at the moment. Around me, all seven rings of the rotating mandalas of Blood Harvest glowed red under my feet. The Witches were instantly frozen in my fifth ring, the seventh ring being out passed the open door of the prison.

The red glow caused the area to darken, lending a sinister quality to the atmosphere. Sarah’s body was lit up in the glow, but I didn’t plan to drain her dry, I had plans for her. The Witches, realizing they couldn’t move, and knowing what was about to happen, started to cry and beg. 5

I was deaf to every bit of it. “I don’t think you three understand.” I said to them in a slow icy cold drawl, pausing a moment to let those words sink in before continuing. “I have absolutely no mercy for you.” Their expressions of fear on their faces shifted to horrified realization. “You never should have crossed my bottont line.”

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The Witches never got a chance to say another word of begging, because as soon as Alora finished talking, their screams of agony sounded in the prison as they were painfully sucked dry of all their blood. Sarah woke up when the screams started, she looked down and realized she was in my power circles.

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Sarah let out a horrified scream, got up and stumbled outside before collapsing just outside my seventh circle. Sarah, no longer able to stand, started to crawl away while screaming and crying. The Witches stopped screaming, only because they lost the ability, a few more moments and they were dead. C0ntent © 2024 (N/ô)velDrama.Org.

With the new influx of power from this feast, I transformed into our Kitsune form. I put Blood Harvest to sleep, and activated my Kitsune fire. Some of the purple flames, swirled in one inch circlets around my regalia’s wrist and ankle cuffs. Behind me, the rest of my flames, in a circle larger than my body, formed eighteen balls of purple fire.

Our bushy tail was long enough to touch our ankles in this form. It was swishing side to side at a slow, and slightly hypnotic pace. Each time it went too far one direction, it would curl at the end, before slowly going back the other way. The walk out the door of the prison was of a leisurely stalking predator.

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One that already knew that its prey was unable to escape its grasp, but there was no need to rush the final attack. This predator could take its time if it so chose. Starlight had her hands clasped behind her back, it almost made her look playful. Stepping out of the prison I looked up, I could see the barrier that was keeping my mate from being able to find our direction.

Sarah had flipped over and was crawling backwards, barely able to move because she was shaking so badly. Her eyes were wide, and tears constantly streamed from them as she sobbed. Seeing that she couldn’t go far at all, I directed my attention at the barrier over the Covens territory.

The fire and lightning dissipated, with that taken care of, I looked down at Sarah. “Now it’s your turn.” I said to her as I stalked forward. Sarah’s screaming and

crying heightened.

Damien’s POV

I watched as the training went on well into the afternoon, till it was time for dinner. Inside the Heartsong Training arena, all the academic aspects of battle were being taught. The students here ranged from the old, to the very young. The youngest was a six year old female pup, she was a tribrid. Werewolf, bear and Vampire.

Her red string of fate and who it was attached to had me talking to her. Her mother is a Vampire Werewolf Hybrid of the Heartsongs, her father a polar bear shifter from the Chukchi Sea. Her father had shown up with a sparkly pink lunch box for her. I found out he was our head chef of the mansion. The polar shifter had a very heavy Russian accent.

When I talked to him, he told me why he had come to our continent. At that time, about a hundred years ago, his part of the other continent was always embroiled with deadly politics and war since he was young. The suppression of those without power, and the government controlling those that did with cruel and vicious

means.

When he first came to the continent his English was very bad, but his French was very good, luckily he had met his friend while immigrating here. His decision to leave his home country was made

after his entire Clan had been butchered by his region’s Czar at the time. His Clan had refused to participate in the wars, wanting nothing but to live in peace.

The friends met at a Supernatural Embassy, immigrating to seek better lives for themselves away from the human wars at the time. Both having painful memories they were trying to move on from. They were able to communicate in French easily, and the French speaking fox shifter was able to translate English for him.

A bond was struck, and when they decided to seek refuge they chose to join the same sponsor groups They found a Bear Clan in the upper north east that was willing to take them to gain their citizenships. There, the Polar learned English. It was a road trip later, and a random stop at a bar that had the pair meeting two of the Heartsong’s Clan’s women.

An accidental touch and a shoulder throw had the polar on the ground and immediately in love with his fated mate. His best friend had found his fated amongst our Clan that night as well. The polar said to have such a strong woman as his mate was an honor, so it was his responsibility to make sure his family was well fed with delicious food, and clothed in beautiful clothing. 3

Found out this male wasn’t just a head chef, he was also a Master Tailor and clothing designer. What I hadn’t realized till that moment was that I knew his work. The couple’s set of formal wear Alora and I had worn to the banquet at her Father’s Castle had actually been designed by this Polar.

When I told him about that set, he looked surprised. He blushed when I praised his artistry, his Clan had once been praised around the world for their beautiful works. They had been amazing artisans, not people of war. They had made beautiful things, not bloodshed.

It made me sad to think this Polar and three others were all that was left of that once great Clan. According to the Polar, the only reason he and the three others were spared, was because they had all been away at various Universities. Finishing up lessons that were taken only to perfect their

crafts. His daughter wanted to be a warrior like her mother, and had been extremely intelligent from a young age.

After meeting them and talking to them I couldn’t help but think Alora would love them. I decided that when Alora was back, I would introduce her to this father and daughter pair, that would eventually be a part of our lives. I had dinner with my mother, she made sure everything was ready for our impending guests. My mother, the amazing female she was, had been extremely efficient.

It was evening now, the moon was already out, I stood under Alora’s tree and stared into her pond. I wasn’t standing there for long when I was joined by Matt. I didn’t bother to ask why he hadn’t gone home, I knew why he hadn’t, and I didn’t blame him.

We had only been standing there in silence together for about thirty minutes when I heard the cracking sound of multiple strikes of electricity. A flash of ice blue -flame lit up the ground not far from the tree. Then a large circle of ice blue fire and white lightning rotated above, then it expanded down in a rotating circler wall of

fire.

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With a boom it dispersed, and left behind, were roughly three hundred beings, in cloaks carrying satchels. Many were transformed into Lycans or the half forms of other shifters. I could smell blood, and there were heavily injured among the group. There was a faint stench of black magic in the air as well. In front of them all was a red haired girl-with glowing blue eyes.

Rain had finally arrived.