Disclaimer: I don't own the rights to Wolf Lake; however, I wish I did.
Summary: The Clan must unify in order to defeat Lupus, an ancient enemy from the old world. Will the Three and the White Wolven be able to save their pack?
A/N: The unaired pilot left a wonderful cliffhanger about a clan war. Apparently, humans and skinwalkers lived peaceful at one time. John was undercover; he spoke to someone on the phone about a Clan War; so I figure I'll write my first fanfiction about my favorite show with a new twist.
Some of the characters are new such as: Shalimar, Markus, Astrid, Ava, Katya, and Marina. I will clarify some of these characters' roles. Shalimar is Ruby's ancestor; Markus is John's ancestor; Astrid is Sophia's. They are all Sorceress and Sorcerer. Expect some surprises with background on your favorite characters. By the way keep an eye of the Three and White Wolven. This is my first fanfiction so I'm a little nervous about posting it, but I guess I have nothing to so here it goes.
Rated: PG. Hopefully, it won't change.
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Wolf Lake 1614In the dark and lush woods of Wolf Lake, three figures gather underneath the pale, fullness of the Goddess. Dress in long, silvery robes, they watch as the inhabitants of Wolf Lake, humans and Wolvens, sleep peacefully in their homes. The three figures slowly and languidly turn away from the view before them to face each other. Slowly and gracefully all three figures remove their hoods to reveal their identities.
A woman with dark hair with a touch of silvery at her temples faces her two companions with a welcoming, yet sad smile. Her eyes held the knowledge, wisdom, and sadness; her name is Astrid, beta to the female Alpha. The second figure had already removed its hood, revealing a tall, handsome man with high-cheek bones, tiny wrinkles in the corners' of his eyes, and eyes the color of obsidian. His name is Markus, beta to the Wolven of Wolf Lake. The third figure had yet to remove its hood, instead a female voice spoke: "Blessed Be." Gracefully, the figure removed its hood revealing a beautiful woman- skin the color of a pearl with eyes an unnatural color, amber. Her is Shalimar, female Alpha and White Wolven. Their bond is as old as times, sacred and powerful-they are Wolven Sorcerer and Sorceresses.
Facing her friends, Shalimar spoke: "Welcome, my brother and sister. It has been fifty years since we have gathered in this clearing under the Goddess."
Markus stares at his Alpha and asked, "Why have you summoned us here? The summons to this meeting must be urgent.
"It was I, who summoned this meeting, not Shalimar," spoke Astrid. I had a vision, a vision that if allowed to come to pass will mean the extinction of our species. A century and a half ago, our Clan, Shuvanis, was at war with a neighboring clan, Lupus. During this dark hour of our species history a great portion of our brethren died, our side sustained the greatest lost, our Alpha. In my vision, I saw a Clan War, even more devastating than the first. In this vision our clan will become extinct. Look to the fire my friends and see what I have seen. The fear and urgency that she was emitting was noticeable in her voice.
"Without the prophecy of the White Wolven, you Shalimar, our pack would have been destroyed. In my vision, I saw the Clan of Wolf Lake driven to extinction by our old enemy, Lupus. However, this time Lupus will have an ally, a master of dark magic," continued Astrid.
"No, it's impossible!" cried Shalimar. We made sure that the Lupus didn't follow us to Wolf Lake. The Clan is only now recovering from the devastating lost of our brethren. How are we supposed to combat this new threat?"
"Shalimar, please calm down!! exclaimed Markus. Astrid hasn't…."
"Calm down, Calm down!! How can I calm down?!! When our species is once again threatened!" raged Shalimar.
"Please, spoke Astrid, hear what I have to say. Unfortunately, the pack won't have an "easy" existence. The only way for the pack to survive is with a strong Alpha, that is the key to the whole survival of our species. Let me show you what I have seen; I need your help."
A sudden shift in the air caused the fire to grow steadily. The brilliant blue of the flame blended with the golden tip of the flame. With eyes close and hands stretch to the starry, night sky, they began chanting an incantation used by their predecessors:
"Element of fire, spirit of light, essence of life, awaken the night. Fire of the soul, flame of life, as light reveals truth burn golden bright."
The fire grew steadily with each word. The heat emanating from the fire was so intense that the flame turned brilliant blue, like the sun a sapphire being struck by the rays of the sun. Opening their eyes, The Three stare into the flame and continued chanting. Astrid spoke the final incantation:
"Reveal to us a time that is not yet time, on a day that is not yet a day."
The fire became a window to a future that was not yet a future. As the vision began to clear, they saw Wolvens of varies sizes and colors snarling, growling, and fighting with each other. In the mist of the battle, a White Wolven laid dead on the ground with the blood of her brethren surrounding her. The enemy, Lupus, had been victorious. The scene began to disappear; the fire began to burn steadily once more without any evidence of what had been seen by The Three. Suddenly, they blazed higher and higher causing the air to become thick and warm. Before The Three could begin a protection incantation, a new vision appeared in the flame, except the flames took the form of three figures. Staring back at them stood three beautiful women, who resembled of the three.
The three women were slender, dark-haired beauties with regal bearings. Their robes were as pale as the full moon that illuminated the clearing. Their dark eyes stared and measured the three figures before them-their descendants. The woman in the middle introduced herself: "My name is Katya. Blessed Be." The woman to her left introduced herself: "My name is Maia. Blessed Be." The third woman stood silently as she to remain studying the three strong and powerful members of the Wolven. Slow and sweet smile decorate her face as she spoke: "My name is Ava. Blessed Be."
Markus stepped forward, albeit hesitantly, and spoke in a voice that would have had his brethren roll over and expose their belly. "Why have you trespassed on our gathering?"
Maia stepped forward and replied: "Is that any way to address your Elders? It seems that no one teaches manners any more."
"You are our descendants," said Katya. Markus, Maia is your great-great grandmother; I'm Astrid's great-great grandmother; Shalimar, Ava is your great-great grandmother, only fitting that the White Wolven of my time be your ancestor."
"To answer your question, said Ava, we are here to give you guidance. The vision that you have seen can be avoided. The pack must learn to find peace within itself and Humans. The fighting among each other must cease, if the pack is going to survive. Like the prophecy of the White Wolven, The Three only appear when the pack is endangered. The pack must never separate, but ignorance and arrogance will be the pack's undoing. A strong and unified pack can defeat any threat. The arrival of the White Wolven and Three will bind the Clan together in order to defeat Lupus. These three charms can be used as protection; when used together the power that it emanates is undeniable. The prophecy is shrouded in secrecy only the Keeper knows it exists, but only the Three will understand the prophecy's true meaning. Look to the right and accept the charms."
Out of thin air a wooden box appeared. The carvings of were old and faded; the inlay was covered in red velvet. On the red velvet laid three medallions forged by powerful magic. The medallions were shaped in a unique magical symbol: Tricheadra.
"Together they will produce magic that will vanquish any enemy, and protect you from dark magic," spoke Kayta.
"Pass the medallions down to your descendants," said Marina.
"A second warning: while the pack needs new blood, don't discount humans so easily. They can be potential allies or enemies," said Ava.
"We must go," spoke Ava. Remember everything that you have learned. Blessed Be."
As quickly as they appeared, they disappeared. The fire returned to its steady burn, as Shalimar, Markus, and Astrid stared into it.
As quickly and quietly as they came into the clearing, The Three shifted into their Wolven pelts. A White Wolven female, Gray female Wolven, and Obsidian Black Wolven made their way to through the woods. Each hoping the prophecy of war against Lupus can be dissipated without too much blood.
As the three wolves made their way home to the their families; back at the clearing hidden behind the thick bushes a black wolf with eyes of crimson blood stood watching with hatred and malice.
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Wolf Lake, 1985
The heavy rain pounded on the windshield of 1980, black Toyota. The driver of the car was 25-year-old Marie Jankin Donner. Marie maneuvered the car to compensate for the slippery and winding road to Wolf Lake. As she drove, she prayed to the Goddess that she could reach Matt before the meeting at the Brewery. With Richard and Regina gone, Marie was the only one left to prevent the discord that will occur- the death of the Alpha. Parking the car in front of the Diner, Marie got out of the car and ran up the steps and entered. The only light available came from the back, but the Diner was empty. Clutching the medallion (Tricheadra), Marie ran to the Sheriff's Station but no one was there.
Suddenly, the shiver that Marie had been suppressing ran down her spine. Looking down at the Tricheadra, she noticed that it was glowing: evil was very close. As she ran to her car, she felt the jaws of an animal bite into her calf muscle. Falling face down, Marie quickly turned around to see five fierce looking wolves snarling at her. Before she could reach the medallion, one the wolves clamped its razor-sharp teeth around her arm, while the medallion lay in the mud. Looking at their leader with a gun strapped around his belly. Suddenly, a hot rang out; Marie had been shot in the chest. Hearing the other wolves approaching fast, they left Marie to bleed to death.
"Marie, Marie!!!" cried Matt. The anguish he felt for his fallen mate was noticeable in his voice. Kneeling next to her, he gathered her close trying to stop the bleeding and shield her from the rain. Marie looked at her husband and said, "Keep Sophia safe. Raise her human until…the madness…Matt…I…. love you." Soaked with the blood of his mate, Matt threw his head back and let out a sorrowful and painful howl. Looking at his mate, he kissed her for the last time and promised that their daughter will be safe. The tragic lost of his Marie; Matt refused to shift into his Wolven pelt.
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Behind the massive, bronze statue of the She-Wolf, stood a young woman with long, black hair and eyes. As she looked at the scene before her with tears in her eyes, she summoned the Tricheadra. Turning away, she ran quickly to the border between the Wolven and Human territory. Around her neck hangs another Tricheadra, a gift from her father. Pulling up the hood of her robe, her eyes glowed amber, the sign of her Wolven heritage. Looking back quickly, she silently vowed in her guardian's name, Marie, which she would protect her sisters until it was time for them to reunite and save their brethren.
The War has begun………
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