Werewolf’s Heartsong novel Chapter 10

Chapter 10 

Unknown POV con‘d 

They had to be hurting her, he didn‘t know how, his brother said she wouldn‘t talk about it. Only that it took three days before he stopped smelling fresh blood on her. It made him sick to his stomach to think about what they could have been doing to her. 

Every now and then my brother will text me to let me know they had hurt her again, it wasn‘t that she told him, she didn‘t. But he could tell when she had been hurt and he could smell the blood. Her trainers were better able to tell me what kind of abuse she was suffering. My brother said her abilities in healing have accelerated. I thought this might be a blessing from a curse. I start to wonder if she‘s found a 

mate. 

She‘s eighteen now. For some reason the thought of her with another wolf doesn‘t sit well with me. Maybe I have just become possessive over the years. I‘ve had this need to protect and care for this she–wolf since I first met her. Her sister makes her high school life hell. My brother has told me of every rumor that‘s been falsely spread about her. 

He told me of the one girl who stood up for her against her sister once, and the result of doing so. Her sister has effectively isolated her, it made me grateful my brother has been by her side, even if I was still a little jealous. My phone dings with a message. Looking at it I see it‘s from Darien. 

Something bad happened today to Alora my heart stops for a moment in fear for the she wolf who‘s been through entirely to much. 

What happened? I send. 

She found her mate today...but.... he replies back. 

But what? I send. 

It was Matthew, Sarah‘s boyfriend. He rejected her on the front lawn at the school, she rejected him back instead of just accepting it. She sent the repercussions back at Matt, fucker collapsed on the lawn. Then that bitch Sarah started slapping her over and over shrieking bullshit at her. One of my mate‘s brothers stepped in and threw Sarah 

away from her after the fourth slap. He replies. 

What the fuck!? How is she reacting to all this I ask. 

Well bro it‘s not good. She said she‘s finally reached her limit. That was her last straw, she 

said will not hold back anymore. I say....they fucking deserve her wrath was his reply. 

Congratulations on meeting your mate I send. I am happy he‘s met his mate. 

*Thanks, Serenity is amazing. I wish you could have been Alora‘s mate, Matt didn‘t deserve her.” He replies 

Your Senior class should be having your training Finals todaysend. 3 

Ya, you should see the picture they have of her, and her wolf Xena. he tells me. 

He sends me the picture they made of Alora and her wolf Xena. I open it up and instantly I felt a punch to my gut, all the air leaves my chest. She‘s grown to be utterly magnificent. Tall, with well defined muscle that had the perfect amount of bulk to match that amazingly curvy body. 

Her look was fierce, her eyes glittering like purple diamonds. Her hair long, a deep black, shiny with a blue hue was pulled pack from her face in high tail. Her outfit bared mouth watering amounts of her gorgeous olive toned skin. 

She always smelled of hot caramel, apple, and cinnamon to me. I look at Xena and she’s just as 

fierce and magnificent, her luminescent white fur glowing, the few black markings she had outlined her ears, her tail looked like the tip had been dipped in the black. 

Then there was the mark on her hip. It was a blessing from the Goddess. It was of a crescent moon and a star. Her face was pulled into a snarl displaying all those long sharp and shiny fangs. 

I‘ve kept an eye on, and took care of, this she wolf through progress reports my father passed to me and updates my brother would send me. I don‘t know why I felt compelled to do this, my wolf Zane was also protective of her, ever since that day we found that poor abused pup at my favorite thinking spot. 

I shudder to think what could have happened had I not been there that day. I‘m also grateful that her Goddess blessed mark didn‘t show up till after first shift, long after her parents stopped really seeing her. They would have used her to their own ends, never letting her go. Never letting people near her enough to show the abuse she suffered. 

I had begun to watch the little she wolf, telling my brother to be nice to her. At first he didn‘t know why. Then as he got to know her for himself he formed a friendship with her, and 

they had become best friends. I knew he was her confidant, and her defender, as much as she would allow anyway.