Werewolf’s Heartsong

Chapter 156

Chapter 156

Damien’s POV

Alora’s phone ringing woke me up, my mate was still asleep against my chest, looking at the clock I

could see that we had only been asleep for two hours. I knew it was Alora’s phone ringing because of All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

the ring tone.

It wasn’t one of her personalized ringtones, the ones she had set up to match the personality of the one

calling her. It was her generic ring tone, ‘Our Truth’ by Lacuna Coil, who would be calling my mate at

three in the morning. I ignored it the first time through, thinking it was a fluke. But it started to ring again

almost the moment it stopped.

Making sure not to wake my mate up I move her off my chest and onto the bed, reluctantly leaving her

side. I dig through the clothes on the floor, pulling her phone out of her pants. I look at the number and I

don’t recognize it, the area code was strange, the region it was assigned to was large, remote, and

basically a dead zone, it was surrounded by a toxic haze no one has been able to identify, so none of

the Supernaturals or humans could settle near or around there.

There were rumors saying an ancient city was behind the haze, but as it was so toxic, no one could

explore the region to confirm this rumor. Those who have tried have never returned, the Council’s and

Governments decided the region was off limits nearly a century ago. So how was it Alora was getting a

call from a phone with that regions area code.

Then I remembered the extremely small town that was on the border of the region, just outside the line

drawn by the Governments and the Councils. It was the only town within hundreds of miles of that

region, it was a port town, a sorting point in the transport and shipping of supplies. While I was thinking

about this, the phone stopped ringing. After a moment it started to ring again, the same number,

whoever they were, they were being persistent.

While the phone was ringing I grabbed a pair of shorts and slipped them on before walking out of the

room, shutting the door behind me. I walk through the large condo till I get to the front room and can

walk out onto the balcony, the balcony doors were already open. Once I was outside I look down at the

dark but still twinkling city and answered the phone just before it ended the last verse in the song.

Not caring that there was already someone out here, I just didn’t want to wake Alora. The voice that

came over the phone when I answered made me glad I left the room, but it had been a wasted effort

hoping she would sleep through this, my emotion would wake her.

The voice had me instantly in a fury that caused a low rumble to come from the building as my power

faired. I had to concentrate to hold it back. A killing fury started to run through me at each word the

stupid bitch calling spouted. I felt my eyes start to glow, Zane’s fury now filling me as well.

“YOU STUPID CUNT! YOU WHORE! I WILL MAKE YOU PAY FOR MOTHER! DON’T THINK YOUR

SAFE BECAUSE YOUR THE WHORE OF THE ALPHA’S SON NOW! I’LL CUT YOU TO PEICES YOU

WHORE! I’LL CARVE YOUR FACE OFF! I’LL HAVE YOU RAPED LIKE THE WHORE YOU ARE YOU

BITCH!MY AUNTY HAS POWER AND I’LL HAVE YOU SOON! I’LL NEVER LET YOU BE HAPPY!

YOU DON’T

DESERVE IT! JUST YOU WAIT WHORE!” Sarah shrieked drunkenly over the phone. 5

I let loose a loud snarl of fury, there was also a snarl from the one who had already been out here. “You

listen to me! The moment I have my hands on you I’ll tear you to pieces limb by limb! I’ll make you pay

for every scar you have left on my mate!” I growled out the words, my fury and Alpha power in each

one. The building let out another rumble, shaking slightly from my power.]

The phone disconnects, I drop the phone to keep from crushing it in my fury, not wanting to upset my

mate. I start to breath, trying to calm my fury and restrain my power. I meet the set of angry glowing

eyes of my father in law, the King of Vampires. 3

He’d been out here smoking from the looks of it. It was a strange habit for a Supernatural to have, most

couldn’t stand the smell of cigarettes. After a moment I realized it wasn’t a cigarette, it was a

clove cigar, the smell was almost comforting in a way.

It took me a few moments but I got myself under control, my anger now contained to a smolder under

the surface. “You’re already showing the signs of a grate leader with that kind of control.” My father in

law says. “That female really gets to you, why?” he asks.

“It was bad enough just watching her everyday as I grew up, her eyes empty of life. They were an

endless abyss of sadness that was only relieved somewhat, when Darien and I would take her some

place that wasn’t her home.” I tell him stopping, the memories causing a lump to form in my throat.

Sebastien picked up the pack of clover cigars and took one out, he lit it, took a big draft in, let it out,

then looked at me. It was a silent indication to go on.

“We would ask all the time at first, especially when we caught the scent of blood on her. She would

about being clumsy, it was when she started to shy away from us that we stopped asking, afraid she

would stop seeing us all together. She wasn’t going to tell us what they were doing do her, and at some

point the wounds started to heal faster and there were never any scars.” I paused again, remembering

every painful moment.

“When I went away, even her brief moments of freedom with us would no longer be enough to lift

darkness in her eyes anymore. It was only after her training started with Master Brock, that it started to

lift, her spirit had started to come back. Going away to the Alpha University was one of the hardest

things I had to do. It took a lot of convincing to get my wolf Zane to agree on the separation from Alora.

A lot to convince me as well,” I pause again, my heart ached with the memories, Zane let out a low

whine inside my head.

“When I got the videos of her explaining things, describing some of the horrors she had gone

through…. It ripped me to pieces inside. I wanted to come back immediately and rip every one of them

to shreds….make them pay for every single agony she suffered….every tear she shed. I hated that she

went through the rejection, because of the pain it caused her. But at the same time her being rejected

was a relief….because when I got back I would have challenged any male who dared to claim her as

his.” I said. “Even if it meant hurting her, it would only be her pain that I would have regretted.”

“How long have you been in love with Alora?” he asks me.

“Since the moment she opened her eyes in that mud covered face and met my gaze.” I tell him.

“Physical attraction didn’t come till she was in her teens, and by that time I was already going to be

leaving for the University. Being away kept me from acting on my attraction before the mate bond was

formed between us.” I tell him.

“When we first started this conversation you said ‘it was bad enough’…what is it that is worse than

what you have just told me?” He asks.

“Her nightmares, whenever she’s trapped in one I’m with her now. They’re memories of what’s

happened to her, and every time I have to just watch it play out, not able to do a damn thing to change

what was happening to her.” The growl was back in my voice, and my fury starts to mount again. “That

bitch fucking tortured her! Over and over, I will never let that go, I yearn for the day I can have the

bitch’s throat under my fangs so I can rip it out.”

“Ah well then, I would say your fury is justified.” He says. “I hope we catch her soon, she owes much for

the pain my daughter has been put through.” He says, in a soft cold and deadly tone. Looking up at my

father in law, I see the fury of a King crossed, his eyes were glowing red in the dark. It was then that I

noticed the cracks in the stone of the balcony’s wall under his hand.

“I see I’m not the only one with control.” I say.

“For now, but I can’t promise to keep it if I ever see Alora’s last tormenter.” He says, a faint growl in

his voice.