Werewolf’s Heartsong by Dizzy izzy

I was set to become the third leading Research Doctor in the Pack’s Lab’s. I would be the lead biochemist with my majors in
biochemistry, microbiology and hematology. I would be in charge of my own team of researchers, and luckily for me it was a
team that couldn’t wait for me to be serving over them in an official capacity, they respected my intelligence despite my age.
The best thing about being a Doctor, is it gives me a respect and nobility that my parents won’t be happy about. Because I was
not their Ice Princess. I’m their dark mark, a mistake, a dark blight forced upon them. I start to grin at the thought of their faces
contorted in fury over how untouchable I will become after this. I’ll no longer have to associate with them in any capacity.
Another great thing is, they still don’t know that I’ve changed my last name already. The moment I turned eighteen, I’d changed
it. I had even changed my middle name. I was no longer named Alora Frost Northmountain. I was now Alora Luna Heartsong. I
changed my name to with the approval of our Alpha, as It was proven I was of the Heartsong bloodline. And soon to be Doctor
Heartsong.
My new name will be announced aloud at the Graduation Ceremony, It was what would be listed on my diploma anyway. That’s
one way they were going to find out. A public separation of myself and them. I was tired of the constant beatings. The emotional
and verbal abuse added to the physical. Then having to hold back once I knew I could defend myself, that has become the
hardest thing to do. I have been trying to remind myself two weeks, but I don’t think I can anymore.
I don’t eat breakfast with the rest of the family, they wouldn’t like eating with me anyway. They would have made sure to use the
time to bring me down, to the point that I had no appetite. I ate breakfast at school, or I bought some at the little convenience
store on the way to school. I love to get two of their Big Sur breakfast burritos with eggs, cheese, sausage, bacon and spicy
sauce, and a bottle of orange juice, and a bottle of milk. It was an energizing breakfast for a werewolf.
My phone dings. I know it’s Darien, the Alpha’s second son and my best friend, my sister hates him, and he hates her. She tried
to date him once, but he’s been firm in waiting for his mate. He’s been eighteen for a few months, he suspects he knows who
she is. However he is waiting till she turns eighteen too, so that her wolf recognizes him before he approaches her. I pick up my
phone and read the text.
I’m out front with the breakfast of Wolves, hurry up it’s combat exercise today
On my way out be one sec.
The house has three floors, I’m on the third floor in a converted attic. The second floor has Sarah’s bedroom and my parents
office. Sarah’s room used to be two, till she decided she needed more space. The second floor has a wrap around deck with a
door leading outside to it. I sneak out the second floor door down the stairs around the garage out the gate and down the

driveway to the shiny dark blue Dodge Charger my friend drives. I open up the door and can smell the burrito’s he’s picked up for
us, I dive in the front seat as the front door to my house opens.
“YOU STUPID WRETCH WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOUR WEARING, GET BACK IN THIS HOUSE AND CHANGE
IMMEDIATELY!!!!” My mother screeched in fury. I wouldn’t have been surprised if the entire pack had heard her. I close the door
and my friend floors it. I see my mother’s furious expression as she runs down the driveway shrieking and shaking her fist in the
rearview mirror, probably promising retribution for ignoring her.
My friend is also looking in the rearview mirror “Man is she pissed.” he said with a chuckle.
“I know, wonder what she’s going to do when I get home?” I ask with a resigned sigh.
“You know you could take her on easily, you’re a bad ass in training. I’ve seen you, and I’ve been training with you, and the
others in this year’s Alpha Class, hell you’re better than me and I’m an Alpha’s son.” He says.
“I know, I know...it’s just...I’m so close, I promised myself I wouldn’t have to hide anymore soon.” I sigh.
“How soon is soon?” he demands.
“I was trying to hold on till the last day of school, but...” I trialed off.
“But what?” he asked after a minute of silence.

I sigh before continuing. “I find hiding it anymore, too confining. I’m not going to hide everything anymore, but I’m also not going
to reveal all at once, today’s going to be my first day.” I say.
“First day of what?” He asks.
“Of not hiding away anymore.” I state grimly.
We ate our burritos on the way to school, we both want to get there as early as possible, as we’re both hoping to meet our
mates. I think I know who his mate is. Her name is Serenity, she was only two inches shorter than I was.
A fit, and curvy werewolf with hip length, wildly curly, deep red hair, vibrant emerald eyes rimmed in gold, and the cutest line of
freckles across her nose, with milky pale skin. She was a strong but shy and sweet she-wolf.

My sister didn’t like her either, because she would stand up for others. Fortunately the threat of her older brothers managed to
divert any major retaliation my sister and her cronies would have done to her. So it’s been kept to petty things, like name calling
and put downs.
Serenity’s two brothers in school with us are twins, we’re in the same grade because they were born only six months before her,
at the end of November, making them start school with her. Sarah’s antics towards the she-wolf really makes me wonder
sometimes if she had ever really grew out of elementary school.
I’ve seen Darien stare at her with a longing expression, when he thought no one was looking. I knew that her birthday was the
day after mine. I would be happy if she was his mate, they would make the cutest couple. As excited as I am to find my own
mate. I’m also dreading it, what if it’s someone I don’t like, what if he rejects me. I don’t know how I’ll feel, I’ve been rejected by
my family all my life.
My sister and her friends have made it a hobby to isolate me. Anyone who wanted to be my friend was soon set upon by her and
her henchwomen. They even tried to make sure Darien would abandon me. They’d make up terrible rumors. I avoided most
guys, because they all believed I was a slut who’d give it to anyone, because that’s what she told everyone.
Girls stayed away from me because they believed I would take their boyfriend and sleep with them. I’m still a virgin, so yeah, not
true. But will any of them listen, no. If they did, they kept their mouth shut.
Not many of the students, had the protection needed for them to afford being a friend of mine, without some kind of backlash
from my sister. She was viscous, one girl stood up for me. She wasn’t a friend, just a nice girl. The next day she came to school
wearing a cap on her head.
Her hair had been waist length shiny blond hair with like seven different shades ranging from white blond to gold. Until my sister
and her cronies had caught her walking home. They had taken her somewhere without witnesses. Then they burned all her hair
off.
Worse they had also dosed her with a long acting wolves bane tablet. It had taken till lunch time before she had collapsed on the
floor coughing and throwing up blood. Her hair has since grown back out some, it’s now shoulder length. She won’t even look in
my direction now, too afraid of my sister.
I know how my sister had gotten away with it. The girls parents were low level wolves with no Clan status, and my parents found
a way to make them keep their mouths shut. She has many more victims, and not always related to me. If my sister didn’t like
what you were saying about her, she made you pay for it.

One of the many reasons Darien has known not to listen to her, is because he’d witnessed her talking to her friends about the
rumors they had deliberately made up against me. Darien said he never liked her, said she has a slimy air about her that rubs his
fur the wrong way.
We’re early enough to get one of the closest parking spot to the schools front lawn, he reversed into the spot, and we get out.
We lean back against the trunk.
“So you going to tell me who it is you think your mate is?” I ask him.
He shifts a bit against the car. “The look in your eyes, tells me that you already think you know who it is.” he replies.
“I have a theory....” I hedged.
“Who.” he asks in a suspicious tone.
“Serenity.” I finally say.
He lets out a huge gust of air, running his hands through his hair he looks up at the sky for a moment before facing me. I wait,
knowing he’s still thinking, debating on telling me. Finally he says “Yeah, yeah I think it’s her.”