Werewolf’s Heartsong novel Chapter 136

Chapter 136

Alora’s POV

I was not happy at the moment…I was furious. I didn’t allow what I was feeling to show, instead, if the others were to look at me, I would seem calm and serene. The Black Magic Coven had reared it’s ugly head again, only this time it involved my new mother.

This new development made me wonder how many more victims there were, even if the victims didn’t know it yet. Sooner or later, I was going to have to deal with this directly. The Black Magic Coven needed to be kept from rising to power, because if they did….the world wouldn’t survive it.

“The Black Magic Coven has never forgiven your family for it’s part in removing them from power, or being part of freeing the Vampires from their control.” Augustus said in a grim tone to my mother, his words sending a bolt of foreboding through the air.

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I stand up abruptly, instincts within me guiding my action. Everyone looks at me in surprise, startled by my sudden movement, even the council member. I walk to the center of the circle and hold up one hand, the magic circle activates, it’s light was a glittery golden glow. I only had to wait a moment before a very large book came to my hand, an antique book podium rose from the ground out of the middle of the magic circle.

I placed the ancient book on the podium, the top of it was shaped like a large open book, with black iron hooks at the bottom of the tilted top to keep the book from sliding off onto the floor. The wood of the podium had deep carvings, the same intricate knots that were so apart of me, were here as well.

“What is going on?” I hear Augustus ask my mother.

“Just wait, this is Alora’s space, her sanctuary, everything in here responds to her and her mate.” mom told Augustus.

“What do you mean?” he askes her.

“She means this is big sis’s magic place, if something is coming to her in here, it’s going to be important.” Cathel said, he seemed annoyed with the Warlock. (2

I looked up from the now open book I set on the podium, Cathel’s face was scrunched adorably in his annoyance, he was glaring at the Warlock, looking at him with suspicion. The chair he sat in had a tall wide back, the seat was also wide, and deep, with curved arm rests. He looked very child like, sitting in the chair that was much bigger than he was.

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“As a Council Member, no mater the Council, you should know the Heartsong name, don’t try and convince us that you have come here to see my mother without knowing exactly who my sister is.” Asher said, his voice was even, his tone, however, was cold, his eyes angry. Asher’s chair was a copy of Cathel’s. (3)

Asher looked drastically different sitting in the chair, where it swallowed his youngest brother and made him look child like, Asher, however, fit in the chair very well. Asher had one leg crossed over the

other, he had his elbow on one arm rest, and was leaning onto his raised hand, his fingers were curled with his knuckles against his cheek, his other arm loosely resting on the other arm rest.

He looked every inch the Royal Vampire right now, as did all my other siblings, even Cathel managed to look like a Royal of the Vampires. My father looked the King he was, holding his Queen close to his side in a protective and possessive manner. O

My mate was sitting forward, with his elbows on his knees, his hands were raised with one resting over the other, his chin sitting on top of both. He looked like a King of Werewolves, his aura radiated with his strength. The Alpha and the Luna looking every inch the leaders they were, and like everyone else, looked very dangerous. The Warlock took it all in, including my cold stare.

“Witch Council Warlock Augustus Moongaurd.” Augustus flinched, as if my words had hit him when I

need from you.” I was a very dangerous female right at the moment. I had so much I wanted to live for and protect now, making me willing to do anything, to anyone, who attempted to take any of it away from me.

With a wave of my hand the book closes and flies back to it’s spot on the shelves, and the podium sinks down into the circle till it disappears completely, the circle went back to looking like it was just carvings in the floor. I turn away from the shocked face of the Warlock and walk back over to my mate.

He leans back against the sofa and lifts one arm up, a silent invitation. I sit down up against him, tucking myself into his side as his arm comes down and wraps around me to hold me tightly to him.

“Now that we have been brought up to date on our history….I believe it is time for you to tell my mother, what it is you came to tell her.” I say to Augustus. Like my brothers and sister, I was a

royal…my tone and my demeanor reflected that.

He looks at us all again, looks down at the floor and nods. “I am only doing this, because it was your mother who asked me to do so, and because a lot of her actions surrounding you, your mate, and your sister had not made sense to me.” he swallows and looks at Stephanie. “After what happened between you in regards to your mate, your mother was confined back at her estate. She had nothing to do but think, and become aware.”

“Aware…aware of what?” my mother asked.

“Aware that her actions were not her own, she found there was a room that she could not go into, a compulsion she could not disobey.” He paused for a moment, and just looked at Stephanie, a grim look coming over his expression. “The room she could not go into belonged to your father.”

“What did she do then?” mom asked him.

“She ordered one of the servants your father had commanded to remain by her side always, to open the door, but that servant…. didn’t obey. Instead, she spoke, as if on autopilot, ‘Your husband has ordered that you never enter this room, you must obey.’ Of course that didn’t fly with your mother….as her husband was dead. Suspicious, your mother called for your sister….at first your sister didn’t come, but when she did, she was surprised to find out, that all your mother wanted her to do, was open the door to that room.” He said.

“Did my sister open the door?” Mom’s tone was grim as she asked this question.

We were all on the edge of our seats waiting for his answerer. Why was there a room her mother had been unable to get into, one a servant denied her access to, despite the original owner having been dead. 2