Werewolf’s Heartsong

Chapter 36

Somewhere in a mountain range not far from Alora’s Moon Mountain Pack

Unknown POV

I felt it. The breaking of a spell. The chain, one I had thought severed by death, is revealed to have never been broken at all. She had told me my child had died in a car accident, a son. The skin had been brown, with blond hair. A picture all that had been left by the time I had been free enough from my duties to track her down. After having felt the connection of the life chain, that the birth of one of our children brings to parents of our kind, then feeling as if it had been severed.

With all of that I had believed her. I

should have known, a Werewolf smelling of Black Magic was not one that would likley tell the truth unless it was to her benefit. With the connection came a premonition of danger, no actual vision, just a deep intense feeling. I could feel pain on the other side of the chain, a Vampire able to tell when their child is distressed unless they are shielding.

No doubt that whore she wolf abused my child. Fury filling me, I can’t help but let out a furious pain filled roar that shook the Castle’s walls and windows. What has she done to my child? The child who I was told a son, but I could tell now was really a daughter, what did she look like. I had to find her, she would be at least eighteen now.

I knew which direction to head towards, she had come from a pack, the nearest one was the Moon

Mountain Pack, the Pack leading all the Northern Continental Werewolves. I will pay him a visit, see if he knows of that she wolf. Hopefully I can get a meeting quickly. being a King I had protocols that were to be followed when going into another King’s territory.

Or in this case an Alpha’s territory. Although this Alpha might as well be called King of the wolves. The power he held at that position was basically in line with mine being King of all the Northern Continental Vampires both Day-Walker and Night-Walker Clans. The Night Walker Clan was made up of pale dark haired vampires, the Day Walkers with tan skin and light bond to white hair.

The Night Walker clan commonly had ice and any shadow producing magic, while the Day Walkers tended towards fire and any light producing magic. The theory was that what ever

magic was most dominate to us would be evident at our birth with our skin and hair colors. My twin sister was pale skinned and dark haired, she could use the shadows and cause blizzards.

in it. It was once a sacred

is a light

made our coupling forbidden.

status of either of the pairs. You were not to be punished or hindered from claiming your fated mates.

rule and had tried to interfere, almost successfully. My mate still hasn’t really forgiven her, and I don’t think I ever will. Stephanie Violet Goldlight had

I met

in a car accident?” I

you said the babe had to have been newly born. You said it matched up with your feeling the life force chain connect and then

her maiden name. I just felt the break of a spell. The chain was never broken, it was spelled to feel that way. Then a binding was placed that has kept it hidden all these years.”

hands of her mouth long enough to whisper out “But that’s

and maybe feed too with consent, but she smelled enough like Black Magic she had to have been near the practitioner.” I tell her, feeling Guilty about my past exploits. She had been a virgin

of my mate, especially with as long as Vampires, Witches and Warlocks live, you were already one hundred and twenty

shoulders, holding her close, placing my other hand

feel she’s in terrible

“Her?” she says confused.

lying about my child being dead.” I tell her, angry over what has

and me.

have a direction to start

Andrew of the Moon Mountain Pack, I need to request allowance to visit his territory.” I

surprised “The Alpha of