Werewolf’s Heartsong by DizzyIzzyN Chapter 136

Chapter 13 6
Alora’s POV
I was not happy at the moment…I was furious. I didn’t allow what I was feeling to
show, instead, if the others were to look at me, I would seem calm and serene.
The Black Magic Coven had reared it’s ugly head again, only this time it involved
my new mother.
This new development made me wonder how many more victims there were,
even if the victims didn’t know it yet. Sooner or later, I was going to have to deal
with this directly. The Black Magic Coven needed to be kept from rising to power,
because if they did….the world wouldn’t survive it.
Enter title…
“The Black Magic Coven has never forgiven your family for it’s part in removing
them from power, or being part of freeing the Vampires from their control.”
Augustus said in a grim tone to my mother, his words sending a bolt of foreboding
through the air.
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I stand up abruptly, instincts within me guiding my action. Everyone looks at me in
surprise, startled by my sudden movement, even the council member. I walk to
the center of the circle and hold up one hand, the magic circle activates, it’s light
was a glittery golden glow. I only had to wait a moment before a very large book
came to my hand, an antique book podium rose from the ground out of the middle
of the magic circle.
I placed the ancient book on the podium, the top of it was shaped like a large
open book, with black iron h oo ks at the bottom of the tilted top to keep the book
from sliding off onto the floor. The wood of the podium had deep carvings, the
same intricate knots that were so apart of me, were here as well.
“What is going on?” I hear Augustus ask my mother.
“Just wait, this is Alora’s space, her sanctuary, everything in here responds to her
and her mate.” mom told Augustus.
“What do you mean?” he askes her.
“She means this is big sis’s magic place, if something is coming to her in here, it’s
going to be important.” Cathel said, he seemed annoyed with the Warlock. (2
I looked up from the now open book I set on the podium, Cathel’s face was
scrunched adorably in his annoyance, he was glaring at the Warlock, looking at
him with suspicion. The chair he sat in had a tall wide back, the seat was also
wide, and deep, with curved arm rests. He looked very child like, sitting in the
chair that was much bigger than he was.
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“As a Council Member, no mater the Council, you should know the Heartsong
name, don’t try and convince us that you have come here to see my mother
without knowing exactly who my sister is.” Asher said, his voice was even, his
tone, however, was cold, his eyes angry. Asher’s chair was a copy of Cathel’s. (3)
Asher looked drastically different sitting in the chair, where it swallowed his
youngest brother and made him look child like, Asher, however, fit in the chair
very well. Asher had one leg crossed over the
other, he had his elbow on one arm rest, and was leaning onto his raised hand,
his fingers were curled with his knuckles against his cheek, his other arm loosely
resting on the other arm rest.
He looked every inch the Royal Vampire right now, as did all my other siblings,
even Cathel managed to look like a Royal of the Vampires. My father looked the
King he was, holding his Queen close to his side in a protective and possessive
manner. O
My mate was sitting forward, with his elbows on his knees, his hands were raised
with one resting over the other, his chin sitting on top of both. He looked like a
King of Werewolves, his aura radiated with his strength. The Alpha and the Luna
looking every inch the leaders they were, and like everyone else, looked very
dangerous. The Warlock took it all in, including my cold stare.
“Witch Council Warlock Augustus Moon gaurd.” Augustus flinched, as if my words
had hit him when I
need from you.” I was a very dangerous female right at the moment. I had so
much I wanted to live for and protect now, making me willing to do anything, to
anyone, who attempted to take any of it away from me.
“I did come here with the information that had been collected about Alora, at least
the information that has been made public knowledge among this Pack, and what
was submitted to the Councils.” he said after a moment, taking in the seriousness
of everyone’s expressions.
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what information you have for us. This is not the first time my daughter Alora and
her mate have had to face the Black Magic Coven.”
He looks at me in surprise, that’s when I knew that he didn’t know anything but
the surface details about me. “Witch Council Warlock Augustus Mo ong aurd.” I say
his full title again. “You should take a look at that painting over there, tell me what
it is you see.” I tell him as I point to the painting of Luna and Lucian.
The Warlock looks at the painting, a look of shocked surprise came over his face.
“That’s the daughter of the Goldlight’s first son!” he said. “And that wolf, wasn’t he
the first Alpha of the Moon Mountain Pack?” he asked.
“Wait…What?” Kas s said. She, like everyone else was now staring at the Warlock
in surprise.
“Let me get this book to do it’s magic, then we can have story time with the Witch
Council Warlock.” I say to everyone.
Everyone faced me, they watched as I said a spell over the book. This book was
about the beginnings of our individual species, and our history, all of it. The book,
with the spell I cast, was now displaying it’s words in images above me, like a
movie in the air. As the images are displayed, the book starts to narrate itself in an
echoing female voice.
I stay standing at the podium, and silently observe the Warlock, his expressions
constantly changed while the book told us of a time that was so long ago, a time
ancient to even our long lived species. I only let the book go through the first few
chapters, shutting it after it finished telling everyone about Luna and Lucian’s
roles in the establishment of our Councils. (2)
The Warlock stared at me for a long moment…speechless. When he finally
opened his mouth to speak, the only words to pass his lips were “Who are you?”
“I am Alora Luna Heartsong, Clan Alpha of the Heartsong’s and Future Alpha of
the Moon Mountain Pack…mate to Damien Moonstar Heartsong, the Future
Alpha of Alpha’s.” I tell him in a matter of fact tone. “My mate and I are the
reincarnations of Alpha Luna Heartsong and Lucian Blackfire.”
With a wave of my hand the book closes and flies back to it’s spot on the shelves,
and the podium sinks down into the circle till it disappears completely, the circle
went back to looking like it was just carvings in the floor. I turn away from the
shocked face of the Warlock and walk back over to my mate.
He leans back against the sofa and lifts one arm up, a silent invitation. I sit down
up against him, tucking myself into his side as his arm comes down and wraps
around me to hold me tightly to him.
“Now that we have been brought up to date on our history….I believe it is time for
you to tell my mother, what it is you came to tell her.” I say to Augustus. Like my
brothers and sister, I was a
royal…my tone and my demeanor reflected that.
He looks at us all again, looks down at the floor and nods. “I am only doing this,
because it was your mother who asked me to do so, and because a lot of her
actions surrounding you, your mate, and your sister had not made sense to me.”
he swallows and looks at Stephanie. “After what happened between you in
regards to your mate, your mother was confined back at her estate. She had
nothing to do but think, and become aware.”
“Aware…aware of what?” my mother asked.
“Aware that her actions were not her own, she found there was a room that she
could not go into, a compulsion she could not disobey.” He paused for a moment,
and just looked at Stephanie, a grim look coming over his expression. “The room
she could not go into belonged to your father.”
“What did she do then?” mom asked him.
“She ordered one of the serv ants your father had commanded to remain by her
side always, to open the door, but that ser vant…. didn’t obey. Instead, she spoke,
as if on autopilot, ‘Your husband has ordered that you never enter this room, you
must obey.’ Of course that didn’t fly with your mother….as her husband was dead.
Suspicious, your mother called for your sister….at first your sister didn’t come, but
when she did, she was surprised to find out, that all your mother wanted her to
do, was open the door to that room.” He said.
“Did my sister open the door?” Mom’s tone was grim as she asked this question.
We were all on the edge of our seats waiting for his answerer. Why was there a
room her mother had been unable to get into, one a ser vant denied her access to,
despite the original owner having been dead. 2