Werewolf’s Heartsong

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

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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.

They hadn’t wanted me to be in a grade so close to my sister’s, they didn’t want our relation to be too

noticeable. Not that it helped any, as she was held back herself two years. It’s the reason why I still

have to suffer her in school. Sarah, and strangely, her three best friends, were still in school with me.

So while I’m eighteen and still in High School. I could have tested out already, graduated and gone to

college, attended full time without having to take classes at the High School too. The school had

pushed to have my education accelerated, however my parents wouldn’t have allowed me to advance

this far. My parents had told the Principal, when first approached, that it was because they were

worried I wouldn’t know how to function in collage at such a young age, they didn’t want me taken

advantage of, or to have to much expected of me.

Really it was that they hadn’t wanted me to outshine my older sister, or have a means to escape them.

This led to the Principal, the Superintendent, and almost all of my teachers realizing my parents were

holding me back, and would need to go around them, to give me the education I not only wanted, but

deserved.

This all meant that, while I could have graduated High School by the 9th grade, my parents have

prevented that from happening. I was still attending college classes early. They were just taken as a

high school student. They have been taking place at the local Pack University. I was bussed there after

the high school courses that I took just to make it look like I still needed High School. The University

was glad to have such a bright young student. One that was on track to graduate from high school and

to receive a doctorate.

I’ll basically be a double graduate, but I don’t mind, I was grateful to have my education. My parents

didn’t know about any of the lengths, the school and Alpha have gone through, to help me get my

diplomas. They thought my transportation to the community college campus was for remedial classes,

and my time at the lab required by the High School to pass. My sister didn’t care enough to notice any

of this, she was oblivious, which was a good thing.

The doctorate programs I’ve been taking, were supposed to take eight years each to complete. I’ve

been able to complete all three programs in just four years, while attending High School, and working. I

was doing my internship at a lab three days a week, I don’t need to for credit anymore. I’ve got all the

required hours in for my license and degrees. But the lab was my reprieve. The fast food job was only

twenty hours a week, just enough time to give me a small shopping budget, and pay for my cell phone.

If I made more money than that, I would be drawing my parents attention…and Sarah’s… and that was

the very last thing I wanted right now.

I’m five foot nine, I have a triple d bust, a long, lean, toned, tucked in waist. Wide shapely hips, a large,

but firm, round bottom. My legs are long, and toned, my arms also toned with muscle. My skin still the

olive tone I was born with, was smooth, with no blemishes. No matter how many beatings I took from

my family, my skin refused to scar, hiding them inside my heart and soul instead.

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.