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Chapter 82

Damien’s POV con’d

We all laughed at Sarah, running away screaming, and had calmed down as

another she wolf walked into the training arena. She was as tall as my Starlight,

and had a dark caramel colored skin. With a broad curvy, tightly muscled body. 10

Her hair was long, down to her hips, extremely thick and all white. Her eyes were

a icy white blue with a deep dark blue rim. Her cheeks were high and sharp. She

had to be around my age or maybe a year or two older.

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She smelled like snow and pine, the wind blowing her scent our way. (This novel

will be daily updtaed at www.noveljar.com)There was also a mysteriously feline

scent to her. Master Brock next to me had gone absolutely still and was staring at

this she wolf in shock.

The she wolf had a powerful air around her. But her demeanor was kindness and

calm. I had a feeling that would completely disappear if she felt the need to fight

and defend. She seemed naturally kind, but she was definitely a brutal fighter.

Although I already expected I knew who this was, it was best to have clarification.

“What’s you name?” I ask, but it was an Alpha’s demand. 2

She smiles at us, and Master Brock jerks again, as if physically hit with that smile.

“My name is Samantha Arctic Bearhunter, but everyone back home called me

Sam.” her voice was a naturally husky alto.

So I was right, this was the new wolf that had transferred into the Pack. She’s

already seen Dad, I can feel it now, that faint feeling that tells you who is a fellow

Pack member. She’s already made the transfer and dad sent her here. Alone. My

father was turning into a meddler in his growing age. The old man.

“Do you have a cat?” this was asked by Victor. Was that why I smelled feline?

“I guess you could say that.” she says slightly hesitant. “My Dad is an Arctic

Werewolf, while my mom, his fated mate, is a Siberian Tiger shifter.” she says,

causing us to all look at her in astonishment. 3

Siberian Tiger shifters were large, mean killing machines. To go p iss one off, was

to invite a brutal bl oody and painful death. That explains her aura, she may be

cute and adorable now, but if you caught this tiger by it’s tail, expect to be

eviscerated. Alora’s littlest brother was jumping in excitement.(This novel will be

daily updtaed at www.noveljar.com) He literally bounced in front of her with his

excitement.

“High my names Cathel, that’s my sister Alora and her mate Damien. Alora’s only

my half sister and is a Vampire Werewolf Hybrid, me and my other sister and my

brothers are Vampire Witch Hybrids. So what do you have? A Wolf and Tiger form

both or is it a combination of the two? And do you have any brothers and sisters?”

he says in a long stream 10

Ka ss, Bella and Asher all three had their palms to their foreheads. The rest of his

brothers were

shaking their heads. Alora was trying to suppress her giggles. Beatrice, Xander,

Darien and Serenity were laughing, and Master Brock was just staring at her as if

she was the most fascinating thing in the world to him right now.

Sam laughed indulgently at Cathel’s stream of questions. ” I have a wolf and a

tiger both. But I also have a melded form of both. I am also the youngest of

eighteen, I have six older sisters and eleven older brothers.” she tells the boy. I

was absolutely shocked, who has eighteen kids? “Tigers tend to produce two to

three children at a time, my twin brother is older than me by a second.” she says

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Then Alora’s twin brothers say “We‘re twins.” in unison, catching this new wolfs

attention.

Alora giggled at my side, I looked down at her and she looks up at me, then I nod

my head in Master Brocks direction. She see’s how he’s acting and follows his

gaze to our newest Pack member.

Her eyes switching back and forth for a moment. Then a wide bright smile spread

across her face. Then she looks at me, with mischief in her eyes, she turns

around and approaches the Werewolf Tiger Shifter Hybrid.

“Hi my name is Alora Luna Heartsong, Clan Alpha of the Heartsongs.” Samantha

bowed respectfully at Alora’s introduction.

“It’s an honor to meet you Clan Alpha Heartsong.” She greets my mate properly.

Alora points at me “My mate Damien Moonstar Heartsong, our future Pack Alpha

and Alpha of Alpha’s.” she motions to me.

Samantha’s eyes widen at my title and name. She gave me a bow of respect “I’m

honored to meet you Alpha Damien Heartsong.” another respectful greeting.

“I’d also like you to meet our top Training Master of the Pack.” Alora says, then

she grasps the female by her wrist and brings her to stand in front of Mater Brock,

who was still staring at her like she was

an illusion who would disappear if he blinked. 2

“This is our Master Trainer Brock Stonemaker.” Alora tells her.

Samantha lights up like a Christmas tree. “The Master Trainer Brock

Stonemaker? Brock Heartsong Stonemaker?” she asks.

Her question like a shot through me. Wait….Heartsong? Alora’s eyes snapped to

Master Brock.(This novel will be daily updtaed at www.noveljar.com) “Yes I am

Brock Heartsong Stonemaker.” he tells her softly. “I haven’t had anyone call out

my second given name in a really long time.” he says.

“Wait…but wouldn’t that make you part of my Clan?” asks Alora

“When Felecia and I met, I swore into her Clan with her. At the time it was

because I couldn’t see myself serving Bettina as my Clan Alpha. But since Felecia

and our pup were killed in that explosion, my bond to her Clan was severed. I’ve

been a lone Pack wolf for a long time now.” his voice husky with remembered

pain.

Samantha is looking up at him with wide eyes, the wind has changed. She says in

wonder “Mate.”

stunned.

He nods at her, “I never thought the Goddess would gift me with another.” he

says, his voice soft, his tone stunned.

Her face is sad for a moment “But why wouldn’t she?” she asks him.

“Because I couldn’t save Felicia and our unborn pup, she was days away from

delivering, I never should have let her shop alone when she was that far along.”

he says, his voice pain filled and guilt ridden. Survivors guilt, I’ve seen a few

wolves deal with it. 3

“It wasn’t your fault Old Man, it was a freak robbery gone wrong, there was no

way on this earth could you have seen that coming unless you were a

Clairvoyant, and even then, some times they’re wrong.” I tell Brock. (2)

“I read the news article on it.” said Samantha, surprising us, we all turn to her in

question. She blushes, then looking at Master Brock she says. “I’ve also been

following your career since you took over for your father. I became a Master

Strategist Trainer, adding it to being a Battle Historian, with the hopes that I could

one day work beside you and your family.” she says. 2

Now Brock is blushing, he clears his throat. “If you don’t mind me asking, how old

are you?” Master Brock was only in his forties.

Werewolves can live up to nine hundred years, with the average at around seven

hundred and sixty years old, before the Moon Goddess Calls them home. Most

remain fertile until their three hundredth

year.

A mates heat, it’s purpose basically guarantees pregnancy, happens in six month

intervals, except during pregnancy, until around their fiftieth year. Then it happens

only about every five years, till around a mates hundredth year. Then it happens

even more sporadically after that. Heats will completely stops around a mates

three hundredth year.

Our physical aging actually halts in between age twenty three to thirty six,

depending on your bodies prime condition, it wasn’t until you hit about five

hundred and eighty to six hundred years old before you started to age again, then

it takes about every two to four decades, between gradually aging. Werewolves

when they reach their deathbed usually look like a very healthy human seventy,

we retained most of our muscle mass and fitness because we always trained.

No mater the age, unless there was a disability that prevented that, but it was

very rare for that to happen. Witches tended to live till they were about eight

hundred years old, and Vampires on average reached nine hundred. O

Witches aged like Werewolves did, theirs just started about a hundred years later,

and taking a decade or two longer in between once it accelerated. Vampires even

older by two to three hundred years, with fifty to sixty years in between their

accelerated aging. (3)

This meant even though this new Pack member looked to be my age, she could

in fact be older. The way she was blushing had me curious, the way she said

what she had making me think I was off about her age.

“I’m a hundred and three years old.” she says. Ok….so I was off by more than a

few years. (This novel will be daily updtaed at www.noveljar.com)”It was the

reason I decided to leave my Pack, I’m this old and have only just now met my

mate.” she tells us, surprising us further

“Most of my generation and younger are migrating to other Packs to search for

Mates, and our Pack is opening up to Transfers and other shifters.” she tells us

“Most of my parents generation only found mates with other shifter breeds.” she

pauses a moment.

“Our Pack Alpha said it’s the Goddesses way of telling us we needed new blood,

so he told those of us who wanted to explore to apply for transfers, we would

have to chose ourselves if they would be temporary or permanent. But he wants

us all to be able to find our fated mates.” she looks at Brock.

“When I put in for my transfer, I requested here and sent my portfolio with it. I

didn’t expect that I would get a job offer that matched my degrees, but the Alpha

sounded excited about my education and fast tracked the transfer, it went through

three days ago.” she said, her smile for Brock had Brock staring in wonderment at

her “I’m so glad I did now, the Alpha’s plan worked, I found my mate.” 2

Alora motioned to me, and got all the others attention too, gesturing for us all to

leave, and we all quietly sneak, if a group this big could sneak, out of the arena,

leaving the two Trainers alone. 2