An Alpha Twice Removed

THE GOLDEN SPEAR 1994

            ****************SATURDAY NIGHT 2ND 1994***************

Meeting up by the stream Diane Thomas Albert and Isaac all in their true wolf form. Diane sporting Lisbon's milk-white wolf with her mesmerizingly crystal blue eyes. Thomas is sporting Cyrus's Big Midnight black wolf with his seemingly red eyes. Albert sporting his wolf Desman's dull grey form with a brown patch surrounding his left eye. Isaac Confidently strutted his smaller more skinner dark grey wolf Lazarus's form. He may have been the smallest but he sure was the only one fast enough to keep up with Lisbon's super fast speed. She never has to slow down and let him catch up like Thomas. And I think deep down he knew it. The four of them ran around nipping at each other running through the mud and splashing in the stream until they tired themselves out. Lisbon stopped under a nice big tree and decided to catch a nap while the others continued running around the forest chasing each other down. Albert Thomas and Cyrus were chasing Isaac through the muddy stream splashing mud all over the place. When Thomas came to an abrupt stop leaving Isaac still running and Albert still chasing him about howling in the fun. Creeping up the muddy trail over the fallen logs over to his sleeping mate by the big tall oak tree covered in snow. When an idea popped in his head that was just too good to miss. Thomas ran further away just to turn back around running full speed towards a sleeping Diane, he Leaped up the lowest branch clenching his teeth into the branch and swinging his body to the left causing the branch to snap off sending him flying into a pile of snow causing the tree to wobble shaking all the snow off the big tall oak and onto Diane. Diane woke up immediately pausing the snow in mid-air just floating above her wolf, as she brings herself to her feet, Thomas who was laughing at his innocent little prank ..Then suddenly he realized the look on Diane's face told a different story. Her face was emotionless yet cold her eyes a darker blue that seemed to be glowing with that same blue hue. Thomas surely didn't mean to upset his Diane so much. Cyrus had to intervene. Reminding him that Diane is in Lisbon's form. When Diane is in her wolf's form and such a vulnerable state it is up to Lisbon to protect her, just as Cyrus would with Thomas.

"Mustn't forget my mate is a strong protective wolf, I sense she has a more maternal instinct with Diane than a normal wolf and human counterpart would have," said Cyrus. 

"She's special and like one must do with something special, someone as special as her you don't pull such immature pranks. You have to Protect that special someone. Love her with your all. and make her happy even if it was the last thing you did on this earth!!" Cyrus Declared. "You, my boy, have a lot to learn" he added.  

"DIANE!, LISBON! YEAH! LISBON! I'M SO SORRY!.. I WAS JUST PLAYING" Thomas said knowing he had messed up. 

Lisbon chuckled to herself. Then suddenly the snow floating above her head started to magically form into a giant snowball, she sent flying towards Thomas with a smirk. Eyes still a glow she raised her head to the sky and snow started to fall from the sky. Not a storm cloud in sight. Diane forged up a few snowballs and sent them flying towards each one of the boys forcing them into their human form to retaliate. Now butt naked all three boys running around the forest diving behind trees forming snowballs and launching them in each other's direction. Laughter echoed through the trees as Lisbon kept unloading what seemed like an unlimited supply of snowballs toward the Overpowered trio. They were having fun for once. Not just the three green land boys but they got Diane and Lisbon to laugh and join in on the fun too. Everyone was having a great time, and for once in her life, Diane was finally able to let go of her fears and just have fun being young. An hour later they were all back huddled up in front of the sitting room's royal fireplace trying to get warm. Still laughing and enjoying the night. Diane couldn't remember the last time she's had so much fun here yet alone in her castle. Now she has friends and that's more than she ever had before. Thomas was just the icing on the cake to this new fantasy life she felt she was living. Nothing good ever lasted here this long. 

"Sure could get used to having them around," Diane thought. 

After sorting out the blankets and sleeping bags the group camped out in the sitting room for what would be their very last night in that lonesome castle. Waking up the next morning Diane woke up in her usual spot right in front of Tom. Turning over to find her mate peacefully sound asleep, she quickly got up off the hard leather sofa whilst trying not to wake her sleeping packmates. Creeping past Albert in his green sleeping bag curled up in the fetal position. Turning right creeping past a sleeping Isaac hugging his pillow and sucking his thumb. **Diane giggles lowly "Haha still sucks his thumb" she snickered ** trying her best to contain her laughter as she slipped out of the sitting room and into the dreary halls once more heading down the hall to her mother and father shared office one last time. Opening the big white door with the brass handle, Diane pushed her way into the old drafty office with that same stale smell of blood lingering in her nose. Her senses were clearly heightened by Lisbon's sudden appearance but never was the smell so hard to bear like it was to Diane today. Pushing down the urge to vomit trying to hold her breath Diane rummaged through her father's old desk once again pulling out all sorts of letters and reminders ..Old photographs and even her old baby rattle she didn't even know he kept. Switching over to the black file cabinet once more she searched every file from A to Z not finding anything worth keeping. Coming up empty-handed once more Diane turned around in defeat, heading towards the door when she smelled something familiar. Something she hasn't smelled in a long long time. Stopping in her tracks with her hand on the doorknob. Diane stood frozen in thought. 

"Could it be?? .. no that's impossible ..right Lisbon ??."

"No... But I smell it too .. Smells like it's coming from the closet door."

Diane is still frozen in place. Takes a deep breath. then proceeds to take slow steps towards the closet door. The strange smell grows stronger and stronger with each step Diane takes. Last step and she'll be right in front of the closet ..close enough to see what may be waiting on the other side. Taking another deep breath Diane swallows her fears taking one last slow step towards the door. She reaches the closet door and began slowly turning the knob. **Errrrrrrankk**...The door creaked open. Revealing nothing but a few old suits belonging to the late Mr. Franklin and a few old shoe cases. Diane sniffed around the old suits for traces of the mysterious smell. However, she discovered it wasn't coming from the old dusty suits. She bent down low and sniffed around the shoe cases but still, the smell seemed farther away. Standing up tall she realized the scent must be coming from higher up. The only problem is Diane isn't very tall .. Stacking the crates, one on top of the other. Diane used the crates to boost herself up high enough to peek on the very top shelf. still, she saw nothing .. Reaching her hand up and as far back on the shelf as her dainty arms could reach. She felt something.. Something large. But it was sharp and too far for Diane to get on her own. She jumped down from the shoe crates back into her parent's office, looking for anything that could help prop her up. Settling on the old rickety office chair her dad constantly kept warm. Diane rolled the old office chair over to the open closet door. Moving the old stacked shoe crates putting the chair in just the right position she climbed up seeing at perfect eye level with the dusty closet shelf. This time she could see a golden spear with a razor-sharp edge and a white wolf carved into the golden handle. picking it up, Diane was immediately overtaken by the power of the golden weapon. Her eyes began to glow with that familiar blue hue. But this time she was floating in mid-air. After the power settled within her she collapsed to the floor still wielding the powerful golden spear in her right hand.  

"Wake up Diane please wake up" Lisbon pleaded. 

"Diane! dia! DIA! wake up! PLEASE GET UP!" Lisbon spoke again. 

Stirring out of her foggy unconscious state Diane's eyes flung open with a simmering blue light twinkling its way around her enlarged pupils. She sat up rubbing the back of her head where she had thumped onto the floor. Running her hands through her soft curls her dainty little hands landed in something wet and warm. She pulled her hand back to further inspect the wet substance. Diane was bleeding, A small gash on the back of her head was leaking out and down her back. 

"You've Busted your head just above your Temporal bone on the black file cabinet on the way down". Lisbon informed her.

"Oww!" Diane shouted. 

"Well it hurts like hell!" Diane replied with an attitude.

" I know I feel it too but it's healing, you'll be a fine Drama queen. I've personally seen that spear do worse damage than that to a few casualties of war."

"YEA YEA! we get it.. "your badass" And what the hell was that, that shocked me anyway?!" Diane asked.

"When a Franklin witch is chosen by the spear she shares its magic, giving her abilities passed down from the moon goddess herself. It was Branded many years ago by your great grandmother Mildred the all-powerful and kissed with the power and the blessings of the moon goddess. The spear picks and chooses who it deems worthy of its power. However dear Mildred was the last true owner of the spear. Last ever to be chosen, well before you that is. You haven't the slightest idea how many times your mother stared at that same spear begging it to move glow or do something other than slice a perfect pizza. Hahaha, but the spear chose you Diane . . Seems you are slightly more special than you previously thought ..Huh ?. Diane?".

"You know. You sure know how to make my head hurt more than... even a hole in my head." Diane replied sarcastically.

 ( But something tells me she meant it .)

 Getting up from the floor and dusting off her white t-shirt and pink shorts now splattered with specks of her blood, Diane pulled her hair coated and caked in her dry blood off of her shoulders tying it into a makeshift bun on the top of her newly healed scalp. Turning to pick up her New spear and headed straight to her room to shower and pack her belongings before waking the others up for breakfast for their long journey back to green land.