Alora’s answer broke Kain, Galen, and their wolves, Horus and Ann’s hearts. “Because I know my own meeting with my mate won’t be as joyful.” There was a note of sorrow in her voice that struck them deep.
Werewolves from the original Heartsong lineage had a unique gift. It was their voices. The voice of those Heartsongs could make others feel what they were feeling, hypnotizing and mesmerizing the listener. It could be considered both beautiful and terrifying.
Alora’s mother, Bettina didn’t have the gift, at least not since she was adopted back into the Frost Clan. Something happened during that time that turned Bettina’s voice from something pleasing to listen to, to shrill. Alora’s sister Sarah had the same high- pitched voice as Bettina’s, and it was just as shrill.
“Why would you…?” Galen’s question trailed off, shaking his head he decided to ask another. “Do you already suspect who your mate is?”
Alora crossed her arms over her waist, her bottom sat against the door of Darien’s car. One ankle crossed over the other. Alora didn’t look at Galen when he asked the question, smile gone, she just nodded in answer.
“Who?” Kain asked, wanting to know who could be stupid enough to reject their fated mate.
Before Alora could answer, two vehicles entered the lot, one right after another. One a vibrant red Mercedes E class convertible. The other, a new military green Jeep Wrangler Rubicon four by four, with the doors and roof detached.
The red car had its music on full blast, over the state of the art sound system installed in the car. Alora wasn’t surprised at the old song blasting from her sister’s speakers. It was a party song, TiK ToK by Kesha. Alora thought that only some of the lyrics matched her sister, because her sister did not ‘slap the boys away‘ if they got too ‘drunk, drunk.‘
Instead, she would sleep with them and many more. There had been more than a few times when Bettina and Sarah were
accusing Alora of being a slut and whore, she wanted to shout that she was still a virgin. Alora didn’t, she knew it would just be a waste of her breath and would only invite a worse punishment for daring to talk back.
In the vehicle with Sarah was her possy, Agatha Leaf Stonemaker, Beatrice Fire Shadowtail, and Lauren Shadow Blackfire. Beatrice
and Lauren were first cousins. Beatrice’s mother was sister to Lauren’s father, from the Blackfire Clan.
Agatha was their second cousin, her grandmother was the Aunt of Lauren’s father and Beatrice’s mother. Her mate was of a small Clan that had only come to the pack three hundred years before. They were the Leaf Clan, they came from the jungles of the third
continent.
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The aunt’s daughter, Agatha’s mother, then mated into the Stonemaker Clan. It was a large Clan much like the Mountainmovers and the Heartsongs. Although the Heartsongs still remained the biggest Clan of the Pack.
Agatha was related to the werewolf in the jeep, Matthew Frost Stonemaker, Matthew’s mother was from the Frost Clan, and rumor had it, was told to reject her fated mate, Matt’s father. When she didn’t, she was nearly ejected from the Clan. Until it was known that her mate was Beta to the Alpha of Alpha’s.
For this reason alone, she was allowed to keep her status as a Clan member. Yet she chose to leave her Clan and was instead blood oathed into the Stonemaker Clan. Matthew’s mother, now Lissanna Frost Stonemaker, didn’t have much to do with her former
Clan.
However, when the Alpha’s of the Frost and Northmountain Clans were approached by Bettina to allow a relationship between Sarah and Matt, they had agreed. Thinking it a great way to bring the potential power, Lissanna had denied them by leaving their
Clan, back to the Clans.
Sarah hated riding in Matt’s Jeep, and Matt had responsibilities that required him to have his own transportation. So, while Matt and Sarah were known to be dating, they drove separate vehicles to hool. When Sarah turned off her car after parking nearby,
Matt’s music could be heard.
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Matt was listening to a really sad song by Rascal Flatts. Alora frowned, she didn’t like country music, there were only a few songs of that genre she kind of liked, and just the barest few more she could listen to without complaining. The rest of the genre was like
nails to a chalkboard to Alora.
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