Werewolf’s Heartsong

Chapter 45

King Sabastian’s POV con’d

I look at her, taking in the sight of my daughter for a moment longer, then I point at the chain she’s holding, she looks down at it. “That chain is called a life chain.” I say to her, she looks up at me her brow furrowed. “That chain connects a Vampire to, his and or her, children at the moment of their live birth.” Then pointing to my end of her chain. “You are my daughter, this chain is proof of that.” I say picking up the chain. “Bettina was a one night stand with what I thought was an unclaimed wolf.” I pause. “I was told you had died, and that you were a son.” I reveal to her. A shocked look comes upon her face.

“By pulling on this chain, you were able to call me to you.” I tell her. “It wasn’t till today I knew, that Bettina not only lied about you dying, but about your gender as well.” I inform her. She is still looking shocked, her wolf has sat back down. She stayed silent for a while before turning to her wolf. “Tell me this is real and not a figment of my imagination Xena.” she said. “If this was a figment of your imagination it would be mine as well, I see and hear him too.” said the wolf I now knew was called Xena.

They look back at me. “Your life chain is also connected to your wolf.” I tell them “May I address you as Xena as well?” I ask of the wolf. She looks me in the eyes. As she stares I feel the connection, it’s like a snap in my mind as I connect with her wolf, this must be a mind link. “Yes, you may address me as Xena.” she said after the connection came together, her reply echoed in my mind as she spoke. I smile, grateful I was granted her leave.

“Look at the chain that connects you and Xena.” I tell Alora, she looks at were I’m pointing. She reaches back and touches the chain connecting her and Xena. Her and Xena looked at each other after examining the chain, they both have furrowed brows. “There is another one, look to your right.” I tell her, she does, sees it, then grabbing ahold of it looks off as it trails into the dark forest of the bubble that was their ‘space’. “It’ll be connected to your Vampire Sprite, a Vampires power, like a werewolf’s, lies mostly in their sprite.” I tell her. (2

Werewolf.” I tell her. “Your sprite is supposed to take on your appearance,” I pause, because she’s still hiding. “A Vampires sprite also absorbs all the scarring that would normally be worn on a Vampires skin, a Vampires physical skin will never scar.” her head snaps to me and her look is horrified. The bottom drops out from my stomach,

eyes glowing out of the dark. As she gets closer I can see the same twinkling dots of light in her hair that was in Alora’s hair, and Xena’s fur. She’s walking slowly towards us. Her skin is

streaks of shiny silver everywhere her skin

eyes haunted me with a deep ocean of pain. My fears being confirmed and worse as I look at every scar. Whip and blade marks in varying depths and lengths everywhere. Agony invades me, I failed to be able to protect my daughter, and look what happened. I look at her eyes, then Alora’s, then Xena’s. I failed all three of them. I push the pain back for a moment. I

I ask the sprite. “Selena,’ she says her voice a musical alto a few scales higher

say in unison “We haven’t.’ was said. “How is that?” I ask them. Selena looks at them then at me. “Until today I’ve been chained to the ‘space’ that was in between their ‘spaces’, half was Xena’s, the other Alora’s, until they broke the chains binding us.” She told

her voice sad. “All I could do was learn what they knew through the books that appeared on their shelves.” she looked at the shelves. “In the in between ‘space’ Xena’s shelves were dark gray, Alora’s bright white, I learned what they

by mother.” my anger at the pain my daughter has gone through is building, as is my anguish. I should have been there for them, my daughters had needed me. “To unbind me, would have gotten us killed.” she went on “So I asked her to unbind

that there were three different colors of shelves surrounding the tree. A third in white, glowing in the moon light, a third in a silver gray, and the final third obsidian