Introducing, Alora

Beep ,beep, beep, beep….

The screeching of my alarm clock is the first thing I wake up to, I hated that alarm clock. I really should get a radio alarm, anything was better than an alarm clock that makes me think of the fryers at work.

Goddess I hated working in fast food. But fast food is all I can get within a thirty minute walking distance of home. I can usually get the commute down to fifteen minutes riding my bike. I don’t have a car, like my older sister did, she has already wrecked two cars and was now on her third. My parents spoil her, I hate that they treat us so differently.

Unfortunately for me, I’m truly both my mother and father’s child. I even had it tested. I’d done it because I didn’t look like either of them at all. I was born with violet, almost indigo colored, eyes. I had black hair so dark a blue hue shines when light hits it. Then there was my skin, it was a copper olive tone.

I’m Alora. The wolves of my Clan, for the many generations now, have been born pale with blond hair and blue eyes. Both of my parents Clans have deliberately bred out any dark features.

But there had to have been someone, from one side or the other, who had to have passed on the genetics for my coloring. The DNA test I’d had done… found that I’m related to one of the seven original werewolf bloodlines of our pack.

was said to have blessed her bloodline with power, and amazing voices. A Heartsong’s song….is from the heart, as the surname implies, and when singing they could influence

mate of a Heartsong could form a deeper soul binding connection when the mates sang together with power. A very powerful and magical bond was

talked about taking my DNA test with the Alpha. He’d thought it had been a good idea, so he was the one who authorized it. After the results, he showed me

of what my family would do to me, if they knew I had this knowledge. I knew they

the Frost and Northmountain bloodlines had been “Strictly forbidden” for generations now. You don’t dirty up the skin and hair color, you were to breed it out. Or you’re basically thrown from the Clans, being made a

for it after

she was held back herself two years. It’s the reason why I still have to suffer her in school. Sarah, and strangely, her three best friends, were

to take classes at the High School too. The school had pushed to have my education accelerated, however my parents wouldn’t have allowed me to advance this far. My parents had told the Principal, when first approached, that it was because they were worried I wouldn’t know how to function in

Principal, the Superintendent, and almost all of my teachers realizing my parents were holding me

 

school student. They have been taking place at the local Pack University. I was bussed there after the high school courses that I took just to make it look like I still needed

of the lengths, the school and Alpha have gone through, to help me get my diplomas. They thought my transportation to the community college campus was for remedial classes, and my time at the lab required by the High School

been able to complete all three programs in just four years, while attending High School, and working. I was doing my internship at a lab three days a week, I don’t need to for credit anymore. I’ve got all the required hours in for my license and degrees. But the lab was my reprieve. The fast food job was only twenty hours a week, just enough time to give me a small shopping budget, and pay for my cell phone. If I made more money than that, I would be drawing my parents attention…and Sarah’s… and that was the very last thing

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