Werewolf’s Heartsong by DizzyIzzyN Chapter 1

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 implies, and when singing
they could influence the emotions of those within hearing.
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.
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
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,
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
desperate for it after graduation. I had been kept from starting school until I was
age six. Then I was held back my
to be too noticeable. Not that it helped any, as she was held back herself
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.
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,
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
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
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
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 s