Chapter 1


    Introducing, Alora


    Beep ,beep, beep, beep….


    The screeching of my rm clock is the first thing I wake up to, I hated that rm clock. I really should


    get a radio rm, anything was better than an rm 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 themute 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


    ck 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 n, for the many generations now, have been born pale with blond hair


    and blue eyes. Both of my parents ns 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


    gics for my coloring. The DNA test I’d had done… found that I’m rted to one of the seven


    original werewolf bloodlines of our pack.


    I look like my ancestor, Luna Heartsong, coloring and all. The Moon Goddess 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 the emotions of those within hearing.


    The fated 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 created that would bind the mates through


    reincarnation, ording to the old legends.


    At first, I had only talked about taking my DNA test with the Alpha. He’d thought it had been a good


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    idea, so he was the one who authorized it. After the results, he showed me the painting he had of


    Alpha Luna Heartsong. That’s how I found out I look almost exactly like her.


    I asked my Alpha to keep the results quiet from my parents. The reason I asked him to do that, at the


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


    knew they wouldn’t want it to be public knowledge, because The First Alpha, Luna Heartsong’s


    coloring, was wrong. That was idiocy in it’s prime if you asked me. I have used the test to my


    advantage though, a tool needed for escape.


    Any coupling outside 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 ns, being made a n less wolf. Or you had to hope the mate you’d chosen over


    the n had a n of their own that would willingly im you.


    I used to be scared of the day they would cast me out. Yet as I’ve grown, I’ve be less scared of


    leaving, to being desperate for it after graduation. I had been kept from starting school until I was age


    six. Then I was held back my first year of school, by my parents request.


    They hadn’t wanted me to be in a grade so close to my sister’s, they didn’t want our rtion to be too


    noticeable. Not that it helped any, as 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 still in school with me.


    So while I’m eighteen and still in High School. I could have tested out already, graduated and gone to


    college, attended full time without having to take sses at the High School too. The school had


    pushed to have my education elerated, 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 coge at such a young age, they didn’t want me taken


    advantage of, or to have to much expected of me.


    Really it was that they hadn’t wanted me to outshine my older sister, or have a means to escape them.


    This led to the Principal, the Superintendent, and almost all of my teachers realizing my parents were


    holding me back, and would need to go around them, to give me the education I not only wanted, but


    deserved.


    This all meant that, while I could have graduated High School by the 9th grade, my parents have


    prevented that from happening. I was still attending college sses early. They were just taken as a


    high school student. They have been taking ce 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 High School. The University


    was d to have such a bright young student. One that was on track to graduate from high school and


    to receive a doctorate.


    I’ll basically be a double graduate, but I don’t mind, I was grateful to have my education. My parents


    didn’t know about any of the lengths, the school and Alpha have gone through, to help me get my


    diplomas. They thought my transportation to themunity college campus was for remedial sses,


    and my time at theb required by the High School to pass. My sister didn’t care enough to notice any


    of this, she was oblivious, which was a good thing.


    The doctorate programs I’ve been taking, were supposed to take eight years each toplete. I’ve


    been able toplete all three programs in just four years, while attending High School, and working. I


    was doing my internship at ab 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 theb 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 veryst thing I wanted right now.


    I’m five foot nine, I have a triple d bust, a long, lean, toned, tucked in waist. Wide shapely hips, arge,


    but firm, round bottom. My legs are long, and toned, my arms also toned with muscle. My skin still the


    olive tone I was born with, was smooth, with no blemishes. No matter how many beatings I took from


    my family, my skin refused to scar, hiding them inside my heart and soul instead.


    My hair hangs down to my hips in gentle waves, I would braid it to keep it out of my face, usually


    binding the braid in a bun to keep it from getting intob equipment, or the fryers at the fast food joint I


    work at. Otherwise, I usually left it down to hide my face. My eyes arerge and almond shaped, they


    tilted up at the outer corners. My violet silver rimmed eyes, are framed by long, thick, ckshes. I


    have a slightly small nose, the tip tilted up a bit. My lips are full and slightly pouty, and naturally tinted


    red.


    I was strong and toned, because every werewolf of the Pack has to train. The Alpha, to conceal how


    much better I was at training, than my sister was, from my family fearing what they would do to me, had


    me train with the Pack’s Elite Master Trainers. I have been in a different building than my sister, and all


    the other wolves in my grade, until this year.


    Her group, still trained in another building out of the seniors. This was because they were reserve


    fighters, ones who would stay back with the pack and hide in the shelters. They were to protect those


    inside. As they didn’t have enough power to be a first line or even second or third line of defense. I was


    now with the Seniors of the Alpha ss level, and we trained in our own building. My father was a


    former Beta candidate, my mom a daughter of an Alpha and Beta. They both were under the delusion


    their oldest was in Beta level training, ‘Oh the lies Sarah told them.’


    I was saving all my specialness for after graduation. My sister’s friends, and most of our high school


    ssmates, either thought I was just nerdy she wolf, and a fast food worker on skates who brought


    them food, the others believed the rumors my sister and her friends spread. Only the adults that have


    helped me, have let me know how special I am, well, they say I’m special. But how can I be? When my


    own blood hates me because I’m not pale. I didn’t have almost white blond hair, my eyes were not a


    shade of blue. I didn’t even have the small, slim and sleek figure, the rest of the women in my n


    have.


    Next to them, I felt fat, toorge and too dark. Although I know I’m not fat, and being dark isn’t a bad


    thing. I trained too hard to even have one ounce of fat, my training was one more tool I would use to


    escape from my family. It was a good thing Werewolves only need about four hours of sleep a night. I


    would have never gotten all my education and work done otherwise. Besides sleeping was only for


    those who felt safe in their home.


    And I have never felt safe here.