Werewolf’s Heartsong novel Chapter 97

Chapter 97

Damien’s POV

It had been the feeling of a bone deep chill that had woken me. I hadn’t been able to figure it out, at first, why I had been feeling so cold, the room was actually warm. Then Alora started to shake against me. I’d sat up to look down at her, her entire body was covered in a fine sheen of sweat, she was shaking, and her skin cold to the touch.

This had worried me, ‘how could she have been so cold?’ I’d wondered. Worried I had tried to wake her…but when I put my hands on her arms…I was dragged into her nightmare…no…no not just a nightmare…it was a memory.

The memory was a blood and pain filled horror show. I watched….helpless…as my mate…drenched in blood…covered in filth…and chained to a post…was beaten…sliced up…and stabbed…over and over again….by Sarah.

Pulling myself out of the nightmare. I had grabbed Alora and shook her, calling her name, begging her to wake up. Becoming more and more distressed when she didn’t…then she started to scream in agony…long drawn out pain filled screams. My heart felt like it was squeezed in a vice, I couldn’t help the tears falling down my face.

Zane was going wild inside me, whining and whimpering saying “Wake her, wake our mate up!” over and over. I was begging her and I shook her a bit more, trying not to shake her to hard and hurt her.

I was getting desperate and about to call for my mother and father when she finally woke up. The relief I had felt had left me weak, but I had done my best to hold it together, because my mate needed me, and I would be there for her no matter what.

Hearing her apologize for my distress was heart breaking, it wasn’t her fault. No…no the fault was Sarah’s. My fury was a living and breathing thing now, I could feel the ground let out a small nearly indiscernible shake. I breathed through it, but it wasn’t going to go away this time.

Hearing about it had been a very different thing from actually seeing it…and being unable to prevent it. My mate has suffered so much, I was going to make it my mission to make sure she experiences centuries of happiness from here on out.

When my mate had demanded I kiss her, I couldn’t hold back. I needed to love her, to feel that she was all right and whole after that nightmare. She had been covered in so much blood…and her pain. The kiss had turned into passionate love making after that, and we had both needed it.

I had heid her close to me for awhile after that. Zane had calmed down after I had made love to our mate. Feeling that she was now satisfied and happy once more. We were not able to linger in bed for long, we had a big day ahead.

After a shower, instead of blow drying our hair, it was just towel dried and brushed, our hair would air dry during breakfast left down. Now more than ever I wanted to make sure Alora had a good day.

Maybe I should have mom take all the girls out shopping for today. A girls day out, besides, I needed

to spend time with my dad, Master Brock, and Xander.

I needed to let out some of this fury I was feeling before the banquet. When I suggested the girls day out at the shops and salons to my mother she was delighted, the other girls excited to, Alora was equal parts apprehensive and excited about it. O

With a hug and a kiss for my mate, we sent all seven females off in my mothers new Honda Pilot. After they were gone my dad came and stood next to me. “What is it son?” he asks me, already knowing something was wrong with me.

But still…”What makes you think something is wrong?” I asked…couldn’t make it to easy on him now could I?

My dad growled at me, making me smirk a bit “I know when something is bothering my pup boy.” he said, his voice a growl.

I smile at his irritation a moment then it falls off my face. “Alora had a nightmare, a memory, about one of the times she was locked in those peoples basement.” I tell him, my voice rough with emotion.

My father looks grim “What happened?” he asks me.

“I got pulled into it…Sarah was carving her up.” My voice a growl, the ground trembles a little, I breath through my fury, trying to keep calm.