Werewolf’s Heartsong by Dizzy izzy

Chapter 81
Damien’s POV
Today had been eventful. This morning at breakfast I introduced my mate status with Alora. I’ve taken on her surname and
bonded into her Clan. I bonded with my Beta and his mate was now my Gamma. Then I watched as they were bonded as Clan
members to my mate. I had felt how deep these connections were. I got to watch my mate as she transformed into Selena in
front of me.
‘Goddess’ she was just as much a temptation in this form as she was in her human form. I had hardened to the point of pain at
the sight. Kissing her like that had been an all encompassing desire I was helpless to ignore, even if I had wanted too. And I
would have been a stupid wolf indeed not to
answer. My mate needed assurance of my attraction to her, Selena was conscious of the scars marking her skin, but I would lick
every inch of those marks, till she forgot everything but the pleasure I could bring her.
Watching her fight with Victors Sprite form Nicholas had been something out of this world. Like something you would find in an
Anime or a Japanese cosplay or fantasy action movie. They didn’t just fight with swords, they fought with magic too. Flame and
lightning. Her flames were purple and entrancing, laced with blue lightning. She had sent them to coat her swords, as did
Nicolas. His flame was black, his lightning red.
When their swords and power came together on that first strike, it caused a back blow of power that had pushed us all back. The
scattering of lightning across the ground sent us scrambling even farther back. Master Brock was standing off to the side, smiling
like a proud papa. I remember the day I had been assigned to train with him. He had been a shell of a wolf, days away from
killing himself with his
grief.
He had lost his new mate, and their first pup, at the same time in an awful tragedy. My father had ordered him to train Xander
and me, it had gradually brought this wolf back to life, he had a reason to keep going. A duty he felt he was responsible for
fulfilling. Darien and Matt would occasionally train with him, but they’d had a different Trainer as their full time Master (2
When I was about to leave for University I had worried I wouldn’t see the Training Master when I got back. Afraid that he would
feel his Duty was done and he could finally let himself expire. It was the faint smell of blood and the slightest of limps Alora had

one day that gave me the inspiration. I had seen a dying she pup in those eyes. And it had torn me to pieces, it was one of my
reasons for refusing to go off to the University at first.
I felt I would lose her for sure if I didn’t do something. So I had put the two people I had feared losing while gone, together.
Brining Alora to see Master Brock the day after graduation. My attraction to her already having started by then. My attachment to
her was soul deep, I hated the idea of being away from her side, but I had a duty to fulfill for not only my Clan, but my Pack, and
all the Packs. 3
I had wanted to make sure I was in a position that would allow me to take her away from the life that was making her want to die,
and protect her, provide her with a life she wanted to live instead. She was so smart, extremely intelligent, and I hope our pups
got every bit of her brains. I had been young,
and hadn’t had the power to do much, but what I could do, I did.
When Master Brock had looked at her, I knew what he had seen. An abused pup who wanted to give up on life, so when I had
asked him to train her, he had immediately agreed. Every time I came back to visit those rare moments, I saw a new life and
vitality to those two, they had needed each other. She needed a father figure to make her stronger, to give her a fighting spirit,
and he needed a reason to keep living. Alora had provided him that reason.
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I had thought ‘Now I can continue to give him more reasons to keep living’. Besides, who better other than Alora and me, was
there to train our future pups. With that thought, I had walked to his side. “Don’t think your job is done yet Old Man.” I’d said in a
dry tone “I fully expect you to help train any pups Alora and I have.”
He had looked emotional for a moment before he pulled himself together, saying “Who could ever possibly more qualified to train
any of Alora’s pup’s.” I had noticed he had deliberately said Alora’s pups, leaving me out of it. I had to growl at him and he had
just smiled. He liked to tease me, and I let him, he felt like a beloved Uncle to me, he was best friends with Dad and Boris, so this
made sense.
Then I had remembered something Dad had mentioned briefly this morning. “Hey, Old Man.” I say to get his attention. “Dad said
we’re supposed to get a Pack Transfer Today, a new Battle Historian and Master Strategist Trainer.” I told him.
He had looked at me and frowned “Anyone we know?” he’d asked me.3

“No, but the wolf comes from one of the farthest of the Northern Packs, the Arctic Plaines Pack.” I’d told him.
“Any idea why the wolf chose us?” he’d asked me.
“From what dad told me, the wolf is coming here because we had an employment opportunity, and hasn’t found a mate among
their Pack, and seems to be hoping, by relocating here, they’ll find one.” I’d said. 2
“You got a name for the wolf?” he’d asked.
“Sam Bearhunter, I was told for their size, this wolf was very powerful.” I’d told him. (70
“So a small wolf huh? Most of our males here are large, the wolf may have some trouble.” he had said to me.
Then we had gone back to paying attention to the fight. Till Master Brock called a halt to it. When Selena walked over to me, my
mate had transformed into a fourth form, and it had been sexy. It was all of them melded together, my wolf howled in desire
inside me and all I wanted to do was tear her cloths off and mate with her. O
I wanted to mate with her in all her forms. Every part of her was beautiful, and all mine. The kiss I gave her had set me to near
bursting, my balls had drawn up and my cock had throbbed painfully, and had leaked out of the tip. ‘Goddess’ I had wanted to
ravish her right then. When I had asked her what to call her fourth form, she said she called it a Kitsune.
Then when I asked for a name, she had asked me to name her, saying she’s always loved when I called her Starlight. This form
had all of my mate, all of my Starlight, so it was appropriate, and the joy it gave her I felt through the bond. Grateful something so
simple, could make her so happy. I wanted to make her happy for as long as we both lived. I could live on her smiles alone.
Then her siblings had arrived with their cousin. She had a younger sister and five younger brothers. And they had accepted her
immediately, one of the boys vary upset over having been kept from knowing her, and of her abuse. What was surprising and
hilarious at the same time, was that her Enforcers had found their mates in her sister and her sisters cousin. 5
It provided a hilarity to the moment, it also made me feel at ease. This meant that her sister and her friend would be living with us
at the Heartsong Mansion. I was beginning to feel moving into the Mansion, would be the first thing we would do after her
Fathers visit to the Pack was over. I wanted to be settled before Alora’s first heat began. 2

For some reason, I was starting to feel a bit like the Goddess was collecting chess pieces for something. The something I had
yet to figure out, and maybe I wouldn’t yet. But I believed it would be for something important. My mate has already gone through
trials no child should every have to go through. So what more could there be?
My contemplation had been broken when that stupid she wolf came storming in and screeching at Beatrice. My anger started to
rise. My rage building, feeding, becoming larger. I had decided to follow my mates lead. She had been calm, she had wanted to
see what happened, then my rage had exploded into a killing frenzy when my brother spoke allowed of one of Sarah’s favorite
hobbies. Carving up my mate. 2
I had seen the scars on Selena. Selena was just one part of my Starlight, but a part that was still mine. All parts of my Starlight
belonged to me, and Sarah had hurt them. I wanted her dead. I wanted to rip her heart out and crush it, in front of her screaming
horrified face, but I wanted to make her suffer for a long time first. Repay her for my mates wounds.
Then her sister had revealed just exactly who she was, and a future Council Witch to both of those Councils, was only for the
powerful, and she was. Her cold aristocratic baring replacing the bubbly happy teen we saw just moments ago. Then Alora had
reminded Sarah of her mothers vow made by blood, bound by a fire spell. It was a horribly excruciating and ugly way to die.
Stepping forward, and allowing that stupid bitch feel just how much I wanted to kill her. Sarah having pissed herself in fear,
before turning and managing to get up, and take off running, screaming from the training arena, had been a bit cathartic. I knew
my face had a very wolfish grin on it, one that said if I caught you, I would rip you to shreds.
“Run bitch run...but you’ll never escape my wrath.” Softly spoken it may have been, but that warning was nothing less then a
vow from me.