Werewolf’s Heartsong

Chapter 177

Alora’s POV

There was the sound of a chain breaking with each spell we undid. Looking at the chemical compounds of the tranquilizer, even though they had been adjusted, I was able to easily process the drugs. Soon we were no longer trapped, we were free, and furious.

I opened my rage filled eyes in time to see Sarah standing over me screaming as she thrust down. The blade was aimed at my uterus, just as the blade was about to meet flesh. The protective spell surrounding my pups activated and the resulting force tossed Sarah back and out of my cell. I heard a sickening crack, and then a thump.

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I rolled over, and struggled to my feet, swaying with light headedness. I stumbled forward a few steps before I was able to walk properly, with only a slight limp. I looked at Sarah, there was a flash as the light caught on something around Sarah’s neck. I focused my slightly blurry vision on the shiny object.. 6

I remembered what it was just as they came into view, my rings. I laughed out loud, startling myself with how much loathing was in my laugh. It shouldn’t surprise me to feel this way about Sarah. She had long ago crossed my bottom line, I no longer had even one ounce of mercy for this female.

My walk over to Sarah took on a predatory feel to it, if someone saw, I imagine they would have seen a hunter stalking its prey. Because that was what Sarah was to me now, prey. The moment I reached her I ripped the chain off her neck, leaving bloody lines behind.

With the rings in one hand I used my other to draw the chain out and whip it in the direction of Sarah. The chain hit Sarah in the face and left a long and bloody gash down the side of one cheek, from her eye to her chin. I put the rings on my thumbs, and I felt them connect with me. Not wanting to have them taken from me again, I said the spell that had them becoming tattoos on my skin.

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The sun set, and my regalia became tangible, the rings as well, but they were no longer able to be removed. Like the regalia, if anyone tried to take the items off me, the items would turn back into the state of a tattoo on my skin. I ran the fingers of one hand through my star laden braids. I felt strength start to fill me again.

Just then, the three Witches who had been helping Sarah rushed in. The looks on their faces as they skidded to a halt and saw me awake, and out of my cell, were hilarious with varied expressions of horror. Me on the other hand, I was delighted, my prey had just come running to me. I felt my lips stretch into a predatory grin that exposed my fangs.

of the rotating mandalas of Blood Harvest glowed red under my

I didn’t plan to drain her dry, I

pausing a moment to let those words sink in before continuing. “I have absolutely no mercy for you.” Their expressions of fear on their faces shifted to

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finished talking, their screams of agony sounded in the prison as they were painfully sucked

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got up and stumbled outside before collapsing just outside my seventh circle. Sarah, no longer able to stand, started

feast, I transformed into our Kitsune form. I put Blood Harvest to sleep, and activated my Kitsune fire. Some of the purple flames, swirled in one inch circlets around my regalia’s wrist

long enough to touch our ankles in this form. It was swishing side to side at a slow, and slightly hypnotic pace. Each time it went too far one

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that its prey was unable to escape its grasp, but there was no need to rush the final attack. This predator could take its time if it so chose. Starlight had her hands clasped behind her back, it almost made her look playful. Stepping out of the prison I looked up, I could see the

shaking so badly. Her eyes were wide, and tears constantly streamed from them as she sobbed. Seeing that she couldn’t go far at all, I directed my attention at the barrier over the

at Sarah. “Now it’s your turn.” I said to her as I

crying heightened.

Damien’s POV

the afternoon, till it was time for dinner. Inside the Heartsong Training arena, all the academic aspects of battle were being taught. The students here ranged from the old, to the very young. The youngest was a six year old female pup,

Her mother is a Vampire Werewolf Hybrid of the Heartsongs, her father a polar bear shifter from the Chukchi Sea. Her father had shown up with a sparkly pink lunch box for her. I found out he was our head chef of the mansion. The

talked to him, he told me why he had come to our continent. At that time, about a hundred years ago, his part of the other continent was always embroiled with deadly politics and war since he was young. The suppression of those without

means.

was very bad, but his French was very good, luckily he had met his friend while immigrating here. His decision to leave his home country was made after his entire Clan

the human wars at the time. Both having painful memories they were trying to move on from. They were able to communicate