Werewolf’s Heartsong by DizzyIzzyN Chapter 23

Chapter 23
Unknown POV
We had been walking back to the dorms from our morning training session, when
I felt it. It was a deep visceral pain that dropped me to my knees. It radiated out of
my chest. It took me a moment to realize I was not feeling my pain. No, this was
from the woman who’s rejection I refused. I was still bonded to her, and could still
feel her pain. (3
Something has happened to her, something bad, it feels as though her soul is
being ripped out, taking mine with it. I wanted desperately to go to her. But I knew
she wouldn’t want to see me. Her friend Sarah had made that clear the last time I
tried to talk to her.
Enter title…
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I still haven’t accepted her rejection.
I still won’t. My best friend kneels down next to me. “What’s wrong, what has
happened.” He demands, forever the Alpha. “Something has happened to her,
she’s in so much pain.” I tell him. The pain continues on for only a little while
longer before it stops abruptly, like she passed out. My friend looks at me. “I’m
going to give dad a call and find out what’s going on at home.” I nod, and I’ll text
the only ally there I seceretly had in the bid to claim my mate.
Alora’s POV
After we ate lunch we all went back to the school’s Coliseum together. The
Principal and Elder Silas joining the Alpha and Luna. Serenity, Kian, and Galan’s
parents were now seated with them as well. Strangely, Lauren, Agatha, and
Beatrice were being exempted from finishing the exam
due to special circumstances.
During this time, a lot of the lower level wolves used these fights to advance in
rank, further than they’re last fights did. This tournament was like the ones the
Pack holds yearly for the soldiers, if they did really well, this was an opportunity to
earn an advancement in rank.
We needed to be able to match a wolves skills, to where they would better
support the Pack. So when it came to leadership, your intelligence was just as
important a factor. The Training Masters of the pack were comprised of the
toughest wolves in the pack, they were also very intelligent and came from
generations of training masters, most having received their position from their
fathers or mothers, who were given it by their fathers or mothers, and so an and
so forth.
The Alpha positions were kept indefinitely until you either, died, retired, or was
challenged for your position. Most Alpha’s, like the trainers, are from generations
of Alpha’s. With a few exceptions, like me now. But you were only able to
challenge an Alpha once every five years. If you lost your match, you had to wait
five years before being able to challenge that Alpha again. You were also, only
able to challenge the same Alpha three times in your lifetime.
I watched the wolves who have trained hard in the last three months, make leaps
and bounds up the ranks. They all we’re usually wolves whose power and or
growth came to them late. Or are just now finding their determination, having
finally decided where at in the Pack they wanted to be. There was also the wolves
who have been focused more on their
studies than on fight training. 2
This year had seen the biggest improvement, and the most change, of every
werewolf in their Senior year. It has been amazing to watch, even if I wasn’t a part
of any of it, but I had been watching from the shadows, secretly cheering on my
fellow pack members.
This year had seen a lot of change in me too. I was only beginning to realize that
it was because I had come into my own as an Alpha. Not just because I was
exceedingly good at combat, but because it had always been my destiny to be an
Alpha. Aaaaand I now have a Mansion and more money than I will ever know
what to do with. I literally, have no idea what to do with that kind of wealth. I
mean, sure, the income I’ll get working at the lab will be very lucrative.
Enough to get me a large plot of land and a really nice house, and to support a
family. I paused, saddened If there will be a family now, is what goes through my
mind. That leaves me to wallow for a moment, but I don’t allow myself to fall into
despair. I would not ever again allow myself to fall into that dark abyss again,
because I was an Alpha, I had a responsibility to my Pack. I’ve never felt as
strong as I do now, It was an incredible feeling. 2
When it came time for Serenity’s match I looked at Darien, he was drooling. The
desire in his eyes as he looked at Serenity was electric, his attention entirely
focused on her as she fought. I bet she could feel his gaze on her, it had to be
intense. It makes me long to feel that kind of connection with my own male. I was
hoping the Moon Goddess will bless us with a second chance mate.
Someone who can love all of me, someone to appreciate me.?
Right now that dream feels unachievable. So I’ll have to focus on other things for
now. Like my own fights coming up, I would be battling four opponents this time
around. Jamison, Lexus, Jaxon and Darien. I was actually looking forward to it.
Darien was to fight, Garrett, Mason, Lexus then me.
For Jaxon, who I was now keeping an eye on, as he’s a really close cousin to
Serenity, and her brothers. He was the same age as the Twins, being raised
together made him like another brother to them. He was to fight Garrett, Jamison,
Lexus and me. Lexus’s fourth opponent was Jamison. Jamison’s fourth opponent
was, Mason. Garrett and Mason as the bottom two ranks of the class only had
three opponents to fight, and were each others third battle
were each others third battle.
Everyone was waiting around for the Alpha Class’s battles. They all knew how
epic the battles were between the Senior’s of the Alpha Class. We were the
strongest to begin with. And we all have only gotten stronger. With my new
acceptance of my destiny I felt like my strength has tripled, almost like the chains
I felt breaking in Xena’s ‘space’ hadn’t just been holding my magic back, but
holding me back physically as well. Then a memory comes forth, It was about one
of the few times I had come close to beating Brock.
It had been during a fall afternoon in one of the outside training rings. The trees
were bursting with color, reds, oranges, yellows and browns. The wind was
blowing the leaves already liberally littering the ground and taking more from the
trees. The sun
was still out and the sky was a beautiful blue with a few clouds, and the earth was
damp. I knew because I had been on my back on the ground looking up at the sky
panting heavily.
That’s when he said. “Somethings holding you back girly, you nearly had me,
once you find out whats holding you back and break it, trust me, you’ll be
unstoppable, now that’s a sight I would love to see.” He had knelt down offering
me a hand, looking me directly in the eye he said. “You got what it takes to be a
great Alpha Alora, one day you’ll see it too.” I hadn’t believed him at the time. But
now I know what he meant.
I look over at the area all the Trainers were sitting in, and he was there. I’ve been
his student for the last four years. He felt as much as a father figure as the Alpha
did. He was going to be able to see me without the
chains that had been holding me back. I felt happy to know he was here to
witness my transformation. I watch as he pulls out his phone, he reads whatever
was sent to him, he smirks at it, then types a reply. He’s got that smile that says
he knows he has annoyed someone, and is gloatingly happy about it. Wonder
who the message was to?
Unknown POV
I’d sent a message to that old man Brock asking if he could record Alora’s fight for
me. He would be sitting with the other trainers in the Arena and they had front row
seats. His message was deliberately irritating, I growl in annoyance. Old man still
new how to get to me.
If I didn’t respect him so much I’d teach him a lesson when I got back home. But
he did make a point, even
if I was reluctant to admit it. “If you wanted to watch her fight, you could have
come to the tournament yourself today.” I growl again reading his message.
I should have gone, but I had stayed away. My attraction for her having grown for
her over the last two years, it was becoming an obsession. I knew it was
inappropriate, so I had stayed away. Convincing myself to be satisfied with the
reports and pictures I occasionally got from my family. Soon the excuse of school
would be no more. I would graduate soon, our finals started in two weeks, then
we would be going home.
She was eighteen now, and had been rejected by her mate. I abruptly cut off that
line of thinking before any hope could form. She had another mate out there
somewhere. And if I
touched her even once…. I would
touched her even once….I would never let her go.