Chapter 24
**Brock's POV**
I knew the boy would be irritated. But I couldn't help it. He should have shown up to watch her himself. I was looking forward to this last part of the tournament. I had a feeling something was going to be different. The Alpha had told me, all that had gone on since I witnessed her rejection and the slaps from her sister this morning.
It breaks my heart at all her family has put that pup through. I was grateful I was made her trainer. If I could do anything for this pup I could give her the skill she would need to get free of her family.
Over the last year, it became almost a physical image, the chains binding her, holding her back. My father called what I could see a trainer's intuition, we were able to see a fighter's potential and bring it out of them.
With Alora, all I had been able to do was make her stronger than any other wolf in her school, despite the impairment. But when I looked at her moments ago the chains were gone. Her strength glowed, rising from her like a spiritual fire.
That's when I had sought out my Alpha, to see if he knew what happened. Something had happened while on the lunch break, and now, she was freed from her family. That's what must have broken the chains. This means we're going to be blessed with a sight we haven't seen since the last female Heartsong Alpha, a Lunar Princess.
There was a picture of the last one in one of the many journals my family kept. Centuries of training and its improvements were in those journals, and my family line had been blessed with training every female Heartsong Alpha since the first one.
That's when, according to my father, and the journals, we were blessed with our second sight. The one that's allowed me to see the binding on Alora's strength. It was what has allowed our family to be the best trainers around the world, that and our dedication. We have all, at some point in our lives, in every generation, spent five to ten years traveling. Learning other Pack techniques. Learning how not to just fight other wolves but the 'Others' of our world. We always brought back more books and information. Books brought back in their country's original languages were paired with their translation.
It was a great honor to be Alora's trainer, and hopefully, she'll allow me to train any pups she may have. I had a feeling the wolf she's matched with next would be powerful. Maybe it'll be that irritating brat of the Alpha that I watched come into his own as he grew. Now he was at that Alpha's University with his Beta.
They'll be home in three weeks, it'll be good to see how much they have grown, I taught those boys everything I could before they went off. And from what I’ve been told, they will graduate first Rank. It's only fitting for the Alpha of Alpha's.
I smile to myself. Maybe I should have those two battle Alora, and see how they hold up against her. I'm sure I could find a way to set that up. I bet she'll be able to hold her own against them. She had that much strength, that little abused pup I first met had grown, she was now an Alpha Female.
**Alora's POV**
It was time for my first fight this round, Xena was excited. We would show everyone how strong we are. I know my parents and Sarah will be watching. I was out of their reach now. This would prove it. Jamison was my first opponent.
I walk down to the platform and take my place. I strip down to nothing, before transforming. Werewolves didn't care about nudity normally, so why would they, we all had to transform, and couldn't do that in clothes.
I hear gasps and murmurs after my transformation. My wolf and I were tall and powerful in this form as well, much bigger than Jamison. The Celtic bands around my wrists, ankles, and on my collar bones, are visible on our half form. The stars appeared in our fur, the crown across our forehead.
No one had seemed to see the markings on my skin at the restaurant. They had all been too focused on me collapsing, and then we had all been too hungry for anything but chowing down once the food had arrived.
It had been fifty years since another Lunar Princess walked among us, and now here I was, with the chains binding my true self broken. The magic rushing through my veins is amazing. I feel like I could do anything at this moment. All around me, the Adults are in a tizzy about my transformation.
Off to the side, I see Master Brock smiling like he knew all along, and maybe he did. The words he said to me that day made a return, playing through my mind again. The memory making me smile. I could only imagine that this smile looked like a threatening grin. With my lips drawn back, exposing my fangs.
I look across from me at the platform at Jamison and Seth in their half form. Seth was a black and silver wolf so that’s the color of their fur now in wolf form. Jamison is a good-looking male. Tall, with broad shoulders, a muscular chest, and an eight-pack, the muscles in his arms and legs were large, but not overly so. They were tightly packed and lean, not bulging, just large. That continued over into his wolf form as he grew to eight feet and seven inches tall.
His eyes were a glowing gold, rimmed in a cinnamon-colored amber, his tail long and bushy. The fur that started on his forehead over the back of his neck, spreading halfway across his shoulders, tapering to a V on his spine halfway down his back, was black. His body fur was brown, and was four inches longer than all his other fur, except that the bushy strands of his tail were even longer, they were about six inches. It was kind of like the hair of his human form, appearing on his wolf in this half-form.
Xena and I grew to be nine feet and four inches, the black of my hair transferring to this form. Like Jamison and Seth half of the fur that was our 'hair' was in the same place on Xena and mine's half form, only our 'hair' was two feet in length. Draping back in a waterfall of fur, my ears, are all white, parting some of the fur. Our 'hair' was the only black fur in this form.
Our tail fur had about eight inches of length in its bushiest part. My fur-covered breasts were just as proportionately large on this form, as they are on my human form. The rest of my form is just as proportionate. A long, lean torso, with a tightly muscled belly, just shy of being a six-pack, tucked in at the middle, small but not overly tiny. Wide hips. Well-defined muscular arms and legs, large without being bulky or overly large.
My claws were long, black, and sharp. We had thumbs in this form, our legs were a straighter, longer, slightly human, version of wolf legs. Our feet also have claws, adding to an already deadly form. Our eyes are large glowing violet, rimmed with silver. The stars in my fur sparkled like diamonds in the black of our 'hair. I know we're beautiful.
I can also hear some of the whispers and comments coming from the crowd. I hear it when Sarah snarls. "That whore! How fucking dare she do this!". I knew what she meant. 'How dare I show her up like this.' Well, I dare, because this is who I am, and I'm done suppressing myself for their vanity.
Jamison didn't have a chance. The moment the signal to start sounded we attacked. We were fast, a blur of speed, just a streak of color. We connected with a spinning kick to the chest that had him flying up and out of the ring, rolling across the floor to slam into the stadium wall. He was out cold. The officials went through their motions and then declared us the winner of the match.
The roar of the crowd was loud as I changed back, and got into my clothes. The crown and stars were gone. but the necklace and braces on my wrists and ankles stayed. I didn't bother with the skirt cardigan or shoes, just carried them with me up to my seat. Every wolf I passed on my way to my seat showed me signs of respect.
They knew what and who I was, both before and now. That they were now showing me this should have been gratifying. But too many of these wolves stood by while I was tormented by my sister and her friends. It would take a while before I could let that go. I was an Alpha, I had to let this go to be the best Alpha I could be, and I would. It would just take some time, I needed to heal.
Setting my stuff under my seat I turn around and sit down. I look at Darien who is staring at me in mute, shocked silence. I wait for a moment before asking "Cat got your tongue?" in a drawl, smirking as I did. He starts to say something a few times before finally bursting out with "What the fuck happened while you were passed out?!" causing me to burst out with laughter.
"Like I told your parents, Xena pulled me into her 'space' and helped me process the fact that I was finally free." I start the explanation. "When I accepted that fact, accepted my destiny as an Alpha she-wolf of the Heartsong’s. These chains that had been binding my magic, and my physical power, were broken."
He looks shocked and amazed for a moment, then his smile turns to a frown, and a look of concern forms. "Where did the chains come from?" he asks in a serious tone. My look turns to one of confusion as I tell him "I don't know, I didn't even know they were there." Where had they come from?
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