Werewolf’s Heartsong

Chapter 26

Alora’s POV

As Darien was fighting his first opponent, I was thinking on the question he asked me. ‘Where had the

chains come from. I wanted to know how they got there, but how to find out. I felt like this was

important to know. The only way to get answerers was to ask questions.

“”Xena, do you know how we came to be bound by the chains?” I ask.

“No, they’ve always been there, since our birth” she says

“Since our birth?” I say questioningly, surprised, making me want to know why.

“Yes, since birth, there was even a chain that was supposed to keep me from coming to you” at this,

I’m

shocked to my core.

“What?! You mean I wasn‘t supposed to be able to shift, to have you with me?” I ask her, panicked at

the though of how horrendous my life would have been without having Xena, She’s all that’s kept me

together during those really dark pain filled times I wanted to give up and die. I remember when I first

heard her voice. 2)

Soaked in my own blood, the fire of so many wounds open. Some half healed, others new, all painful. I

would cry silently wondering what I had done to deserve what was happening to me. All I wanted was

to be loved, I couldn’t understand why they didn’t love me. Laying in the cold, dark and damp

basement. I had heavy manacles around my wrists, they hurt, digging in and cutting into my skin. They

were no longer necessary as I couldn’t even get up I was so weak. Why had they done this

to me? I kept wondering, was I really that bad a child? Did I really deserve this?

All I wanted was a piece of the birthday cake made for Sarah’s birthday. So I had asked for one. Mom

got so angry, she started slapping me over and over till I collapsed in tears on the kitchen floor. Then

she grabbed me by my hair, pulling me back up, slapping me more and more. My face was swollen and

bloody, my lips were split, my eyes beginning to blacken. She was shrieking, her words a load roar to

my ringing ears. 4)

“How dare you ask for cake! You don’t deserve to have it you wretch! Your nothing but a blight, a

mistake, a good for nothing worthless wretch! A horrible demon that should never have existed! It

disgusts me that you came from my womb! If I could I would kill you for the damage you’ve done!”

I didn’t know what damage, I hadn’t broken anything. I was always careful not to. I followed all

directions, I didn’t disobey any directive I was given. I just wanted them to love me. I had apologized

and begged her to forgive me, sobbing that I was sorry, that I would be a good girl, begging her not to

hurt me any more.

I could have saved my breath, they never listened to my plea’s for forgiveness and to not hurt me. It

never mattered how good of a girl I was, they always found some minute reason to punish me. Even a

bad time at the grocery store would be taken out on me. Because just by being born I had ruined our

family.

My mother ignoring my cries had dragged me down the stairs, each step painful to my back and

brusing me further. She put the chains around my wrists. The she grabbed the whip, I new what was

coming. I

start screaming “Mommy no! Please no! I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’ll be good, I’ll be a good girl, mommy

please, please mommy I’m sorry!”

She listened to none of it, and started whipping me over and over. I put my hands over my face,

screaming, tears streaming. With every slash opened up in my flesh by the whip, my blood flying every

where, I screamed. Until I couldn’t even move, my back, my front, my legs and arms, even the back of

my hands, every bit was covered in wounds.

Once I was quiet she stopped and stood there watching me bleed all over the floor. Tears falling, not a

sound coming from me. Her last words before leaving me there and walking back up the stairs. “I hope

you die you wretch, you deserve it for destroying this family with your birth, filthy demon.” Why was I a

demon, how could I make them love

me?

Then the voice came, it was pure like a musical wind chime ‘Your not a demon, your a werewolf, and

I’m here now’ she had said, ‘Who are you?’ I had asked. ‘I am Xena, your wolf’ she told me. ‘But

mommy said I would never have a wolf, that I didn’t deserve one’ I told her. ‘Every child born to a

werewolf has a wolf she told me ‘I’m here now, you’ll never be alone again’ she says.

‘Never?’ I ask unsure, wanting her presence to be true. ‘Never, I’ll love you, and one day you’ll have a

mate who will love and accept you too’ she told me. I cried at that, I wasn’t alone anymore. You didn’t

do anything wrong by being born’ she tells me. “They are wrong, and they’re the ones who don’t

deserve you.’ she had said.

That was the day I had stopped trying

to gain my families love and acceptance. That was the day I started to plan my escape from them.

They didn’t deserve me, so I would take myself away from them, and live my own life free of the pain

and blood that was my existence with them. I shake my head to shake off the memory, tuning back into

our present conversation.

“When you first came to me I remember telling you that my mother had told me I would never have a wolf because I didn‘t deserve one” I remind her.

‘That night I had been trying to break the chain that was trapping me in my ‘space‘ keeping me from coming to you she tells me.

“How did you get free of the chains” I asked her.

‘The Moon Goddess had heard me crying out, she came to me that night‘

she says

Shocked at that information “What did the Moon Goddess do?” I ask her.

“She touched the chain and It broke. She said “Your destiny to be with your human half will not be kept from you, you will be free to be with your other half.” that‘s when she broke the chain. Then the Moon Goddess told me.‘

‘The she-wolf who has birthed you and your human half cannot escape her punishment, for rejecting her destined mate she has failed to be true to her bloodline. She was told, as punishment she was denied ascension, her first daughter born will never be acknowledged and gifted my blessing, it will be the second daughter born, the one most like the first Alpha, who I have blessed, the one who I will acknowledge.‘

“She had to be the one who did it, it

had to be her, but how?” I say to her.

‘I believe she is the one who had it done, yes’ she states.

“The one who had it done? Meaning you believe she had someone else do the chains?” I ask her.

‘It was a Witch‘s spell, a Dark Witch‘ she informs me.

“How would mom know a Dark Witch?” I wonder aloud to her.

‘I may have been kept from you since birth, but I was still with you while being trapped in that space’

she says. I remember one of the neighbors that came over all the time, till a little after we were tossed in that river, she always smelled faintly of Black Magic, and something else, like she was trying to mask her scent.

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who she was talking about. I started to think of the woman she was talking about. I remember my

mother calling her sister and Sarah calling her Aunty. They couldn’t be real sisters so I think it was

more of a deep relationship, them so close they were like the sister each never had.

She had hated me too, she had always had a look of contempt whenever her gaze would land on me.

She had brown hair and Ice blue eyes rimmed in black. She was always over, everyday. Until shortly

after I was almost drowned in the river by Sarah and her friends. Then she was suddenly gone, never

seen again.

I started to remember a couple of things. “About the time the woman your talking about disappeared, there was an uproar in the Pack. I remember the adults were all upset about something to do with a Witch, she was banished from Pack Lands because she

was caught practicing Black Magic on wolves.” I say to Xena.

‘She has to be the woman they were talking about‘ says Xena, thinking what I’m thinking.

“It can‘t be a coincidence, that and the other thing that happened, make me believe that‘s who they

were talking about. She‘s also got to be the one who bound us in chains.” I tell her.

She’s quiet for a moment, she knows what I’m talking about, if what she said was true. That while she

had been kept from me, she was still with me. Then she would have born witness to that night. That

night had been the first of many nights spent in that basement chained and bleeding.