Werewolf’s Heartsong

Chapter 103

Darien’s POV

My chest stung like a bitch. If this is just a taste of what Alora went through…I didn’t want to imagine

the full extent. The nightmare Damien had been pulled into with Alora, her memory of one of her torture

sessions at the hands of Sarah, had a new and horrifying meaning to me now.

Serenity was looking at me, her face worried. I wrapped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her to

my side. “I’m fine my sweet, I’m an Alpha, the next Clan Alpha of the Moonstars, it would take more

than this to seriously harm me.” I tell her.

She’s still frowning, silent for a moment before she looks up at me. “If she would have gotten to

Cathel….” her gaze horrified as she looked at my chest, seeing the deep gash and the blood running

down my front.

The dripping blood ruining the already damaged dark emerald green shirt I wore to match my mates

dress. It was the same type of shirt most of the males wore. It was because it was dressy and could still

display our mating marks. 2

My mates dress was gorgeous on her. It made her look like a wood nymph. It started out a very pale

green at the thin straps over her shoulders, then halfway down the deep V-neck neckline it started to

darken.

The body of the dress was fitted, a tulle skirt started at her hips and ended at her knees. She wore a

pair of strappy high heal wedges in the same deep dark green as the last six inches of her skirt. (13

She wore her long fiery curls in a high tail, she wore simple large golden hoops and two golden chain

bracelets, one on each wrist. She wore mascara and a dark green eyeliner to make her green eyes

pop.

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She was beautiful, and she had a very large heart, so for her, the idea of a child receiving this wound

horrified her to her very core. My mate would rip anyone to pieces who would dare to try and harm our

pup.

Thinking of that, I put one of my hands on her abdomen. “You will make the best of mothers my sweet.”

I tell her, already looking forward to watching her with our pup.

Would it be a girl, would it be a boy, then looking at her brothers, would it be twins? I didn’t know, but I

would love it or them, I would protect and provide for whatever pups we have, however many we have.

She looks up at me and smiles, her eyes sparkling with her love, reaching me to my soul. ‘Goddess this

she wolf’. I lean down and kiss her, unable to resist showing her my affection, not that I would ever

want to. She was mine and they could all know it and keep their hands off. We break apart and pay

attention to my father and what he was announcing.

I was shocked when father said Damien wanted Alora to become our next Pack Alpha, but at the same

time I was pleased. It only seemed right, Alora was amazing, she cared so much about others and

would make a great Pack Alpha. I never wanted that responsibility, being Clan Alpha was alright.

Serenity will make a wonderful Luna to my Alpha.

She was powerful, an Alpha female in her own regard. Then my father had made Allister come forward

after explaining things to the Pack, and made him tell the Pack member, of not only his own atrocities

against Alora, but the ones of Sarah and Bettina’s that he knew of as well. I had never been so angry.

The ground was trembling under my feet, at first I though it was my imagination. Then looking around

at the other wolves I saw that many were shifting around and looking at the ground, some clutching

each other for support, the ones holding on to something or someone, were standing closest to

Damien’s part of the stage with Alora.

Looking at my brother I saw his wolf Zane peaking through, the ground was shaking at almost

consistent intervals. It looked like my brother was really having to hold himself back. O

was

Looking at Alora’s father, I saw a glow come to his eyes, it was really eerie to see the red start to glow

and slowly take over the white of his eyes. There was a shadowy aura that was moving around him in a

faint vapor. O

His mates eyes were also glowing, her fury could be seen in every stiff inch that spoke of a Queen who

has been crossed, and the results….deadly. Her brothers were all angry, even sweet little Cathel.

I took another look at Cathel, his aura was darker than the Kings, and there was blue lightning that was

sparking around him, and a white and black fire could be seen swirling around him every now and then.

(2

Worried for my best friends little brother, I reached out and touched his shoulder…and then gritted my

teeth through the pain of being electrocuted. It was not pleasant, and not a mistake I would ever repeat.

I take my hand off him, my mate wrapped her arms around my waist, keeping me from dropping to the

ground. Cathel turned and looked at me, he looked so sorrowful realizing what had happened.

“I’m okay, don’t worry, it’s not your fault.” I tell him quickly, not wanting him to be hurt over this.

Feeling a little sore and more like a crispy french fry, then a werewolf, I was able to support myself after

a moment. Allowing my mate to reach out and wrap Cathel up in her arms. “Don’t worry Cathel, your

sister is safe now, she has us and all of you now. Justice will be had.” she tells him quietly, soothing

Cathel. (12

“Why are there people like him in the world, why did Alora have to go through all that?” his voice small

and tear filled. “Alora is so nice and she’s amazing, why didn’t they love her?” he asked plaintively.

I feel my heart break, he asked questions I had wondered myself. “I wish I could give you an answer

that would make it all better, but I can’t.” I tell him, my tone was soft, but it carried my own pain. “All I

can tell you, is that you can’t have light without darkness, you can’t have good without bad.” I tell him.

He looks up at me, his eyes so sad. “Your right, it doesn’t make it better.”

We all face the crowd as the Werewolf Council, I knew my father made sure they would be here, made

a decision right then on Allister’s crimes. He was sentenced to death, and my father could have that This content belongs to Nô/velDra/ma.Org .

carried out anyway he wanted. Father had two options for that, either he would my brother, or he would

hand him over to Alora’s father.

But that would wait for a moment, my father had to address the use of Black Magic by the Frost and

Northmountains, as well as their blood bonds to the Black Magic Coven. I watched as Council

representatives from the Witches Council and the Supernatural Council arrived, surrounding the

courtyard.

All the members of those two Clans who were connected to Black Magic had been invited to the

Gathering. This was father’s plan, he didn’t want them to have a chance to disappear and become a

threat to the Pack.

With the two other Council’s here, they were able to identify, subdue and capture all those tainted with,

Black Magic or those connected to the Black Magic Coven. There were some who carried a taint of it,

but it was a residual taint.

Some received the taint from being in the proximity of a Black Magic user. They were interrogated, with

most being released. A few were captured and taken into custody as their residual taint was from

actually participating in Black Magic rituals.

Allister had tried to make and escape when all this started to go down, but Queen Stephanie spoke a

quick spell that bound him in place, he was no longer able to move. Once the other two Councils took

off with the Black Magic offenders, we got back to who was going to get to dole out Allister’s execution.

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My father looked at Damien and the King, both technically had the right to carry out the execution. My

brother is the one who spoke up before my father did. “I want Sarah, the King should have Allister,

I will be satisfied as long as his death is the painful retribution it should be.” his voice holding the growl

of his wolf.

My father looked at the King, giving him a nod, and with that the King turned to Allister. “For your

crimes against my daughter, I subject you to the same fate as Bettina.” with those words, and a waved

hand in Allister’s direction. He sent out a ring of fire circling Allister, the fire was white, laced with blue

lightning.

The fire formed a spiral around Allister, just as it had Bettina. The lightning in the fire struck out,

causing Allister to scream in pain as it opened up wounds in his body.

The fire split streams off of the spiral and streamed into the wounds, Allister’s agonized screams were

continuous, the fire had his skin boiling and melting off his bones, then it turned those to ash, like

Bettina. 14

After the body was gone there were still agonized screams, only they were coming from the twisted

black and green soul left behind after the body was burned away. (3)

The black hole opened above the spiral of fire, then it dragged the howling soul with it into that

darkness, bringing silence to the courtyard once more.