Werewolf’s Heartsong novel Chapter 1

Introducing, Alora

Beep ,beep, beep, beep….

The screeching of my alarm clock is the first thing I wake up to, I hated that alarm clock. I really should get a radio alarm, anything was better than an alarm clock that makes me think of the fryers at work.

Goddess I hated working in fast food. But fast food is all I can get within a thirty minute walking distance of home. I can usually get the commute down to fifteen minutes riding my bike. I don’t have a car, like my older sister did, she has already wrecked two cars and was now on her third. My parents spoil her, I hate that they treat us so differently.

Unfortunately for me, I’m truly both my mother and father’s child. I even had it tested. I’d done it because I didn’t look like either of them at all. I was born with violet, almost indigo colored, eyes. I had black hair so dark a blue hue shines when light hits it. Then there was my skin, it was a copper olive tone.

I’m Alora. The wolves of my Clan, for the many generations now, have been born pale with blond hair and blue eyes. Both of my parents Clans have deliberately bred out any dark features.

But there had to have been someone, from one side or the other, who had to have passed on the genetics for my coloring. The DNA test I’d had done… found that I’m related to one of the seven original werewolf bloodlines of our pack.

I look like my ancestor, Luna Heartsong, coloring and all. The Moon Goddess was said to have blessed her bloodline with power, and amazing voices. A Heartsong’s song….is from the heart, as the surname implies, and when singing they could influence the emotions of those within hearing.

The fated mate of a Heartsong could form a deeper soul binding connection when the mates sang together with power. A very powerful and magical bond was created that would bind the mates through reincarnation, according to the old legends.

At first, I had only talked about taking my DNA test with the Alpha. He’d thought it had been a good idea, so he was the one who authorized it. After the results, he showed me the painting he had of Alpha Luna Heartsong. That’s how I found out I look almost exactly like her.

I asked my Alpha to keep the results quiet from my parents. The reason I asked him to do that, at the time, was because I was afraid of what my family would do to me, if they knew I had this knowledge. I knew they wouldn’t want it to become public knowledge, because The First Alpha, Luna Heartsong’s coloring, was wrong. That was idiocy in it’s prime if you asked me. I have used the test to my advantage though, a tool needed for escape.

Any coupling outside the Frost and Northmountain bloodlines had been “Strictly forbidden” for generations now. You don’t dirty up the skin and hair color, you were to breed it out. Or you’re basically thrown from the Clans, being made a Clan less wolf. Or you had to hope the mate you’d chosen over the Clan had a Clan of their own that would willingly claim you.

I used to be scared of the day they would cast me out. Yet as I’ve grown, I’ve become less scared of leaving, to being desperate for it after graduation. I had been kept from starting school until I was age six. Then I was held back my first year of school, by my parents request.

My hair hangs down to my hips in gentle waves, I would braid it to keep it out of my face, usually binding the braid in a bun to keep it from getting into lab equipment, or the fryers at the fast food joint I work at. Otherwise, I usually left it down to hide my face. My eyes are large and almond shaped, they tilted up at the outer corners. My violet silver rimmed eyes, are framed by long, thick, black lashes. I have a slightly small nose, the tip tilted up a bit. My lips are full and slightly pouty, and naturally tinted red.

I was strong and toned, because every werewolf of the Pack has to train. The Alpha, to conceal how much better I was at training, than my sister was, from my family fearing what they would do to me, had me train with the Pack’s Elite Master Trainers. I have been in a different building than my sister, and all the other wolves in my grade, until this year.

Her group, still trained in another building out of the seniors. This was because they were reserve fighters, ones who would stay back with the pack and hide in the shelters. They were to protect those inside. As they didn’t have enough power to be a first line or even second or third line of defense. I was now with the Seniors of the Alpha class level, and we trained in our own building. My father was a former Beta candidate, my mom a daughter of an Alpha and Beta. They both were under the delusion their oldest was in Beta level training, ‘Oh the lies Sarah told them.’

I was saving all my specialness for after graduation. My sister’s friends, and most of our high school classmates, either thought I was just nerdy she wolf, and a fast food worker on skates who brought them food, the others believed the rumors my sister and her friends spread. Only the adults that have helped me, have let me know how special I am, well, they say I’m special. But how can I be? When my own blood hates me because I’m not pale. I didn’t have almost white blond hair, my eyes were not a shade of blue. I didn’t even have the small, slim and sleek figure, the rest of the women in my Clan have.

Next to them, I felt fat, too large and too dark. Although I know I’m not fat, and being dark isn’t a bad thing. I trained too hard to even have one ounce of fat, my training was one more tool I would use to escape from my family. It was a good thing Werewolves only need about four hours of sleep a night. I would have never gotten all my education and work done otherwise. Besides sleeping was only for those who felt safe in their home.

And I have never felt safe here.