Chapter three: The Werewolf King
Lyra and Lance slipped passed the heavy metal gate that separated the Wolflands from the Vampire land. A lycan with beige fur grinned (Or they hoped he grinned).
"So the one shapes have returned!" Slewpaw remarked and the two nodded.
"The King is waiting for you." Lance leading the way, the two heroes walked deeper into the lycan territory.
As they walked, Lyra kept glancing behind her and Lance took notice of this. Lance stopped and turned to his friend.
"Lyra, is everything okay?" Lyra looked at him.
"Yea, every thing's fine." Lance gave her a suspicious look and Lyra just shrugged it off. They walked in silence after that. Lyra stopped suddenly and Lance looked at her.
"What is it now?" He asked and she glared at the trees as a Werepire appeared.
"Crap!" Lance cursed as the Werepire lashed out at him. He barely had time to hold up his staff in defense. Lyra growled and drew her sword and took a swing at the creature. Her sword bounced off its hide and she cursed.
"What is this thing's fur made of? Steel?" Lyra wondered aloud.
"I have no clue, but whatever it is," Lance said as flames engulfed his hand.
"Bet it's not fire resistant." Lance then launched a volley of fire balls and ice shards until the Werepire howled in agony. When the creature's body fell to the ground dead, Lyra breathed in relief.
"You okay?" Lance asked and Lyra nodded.
"You?"
"A little tried, but I'll live." Lyra smiled and walked up to the Werepire.
"Why is a Werepire here in the Wolflands?" Lyra wondered and Lance shrugged.
"I have no clue." Lyra hummed in thought and followed Lance to the Werewolf cave. What they didn't know was that Wolfwing was hovering above them.
When the two stepped inside the cave, they were greeted by the Werewolf king and the high wolves of the pack.
"I see that you have returned, one-shapes." He said and they nodded.
"Werewolf king, it seems that we are in need of your help again." Lance told them and the king listened.
"Wolfwing has returned." The temperature seemed to drop when the Werepire's name was spoken. All the wolves in the room snarled at the name.
"How is that possible?" The Werewolf king snarled.
"We're not sure." Lyra stepped in. "We think that the Mystic Wolf Moon revived Wolfwing's ashes." The Werewolf king considered this and nodded.
"It is possible, we will side with you once again." Lyra smiled.
"Thank you Werewolf King." Lance and Lyra bowed and left the cave.
Drakath growled as he watched from his hideout. Lyra and Lance were growing dangerously close to ruining his plans.
"Wolfwing, do as you are commanded. Forget destroying the hero, but bring the heroine to me. I want her alive."
"Yes Drakath." Wolfwing spoke.
"So, how did you know?" Lyra looked at Lance.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, how did you know that a Werepire was sitting in the bushes back there?" Lyra looked at ahead.
"I just felt a presence in the bushes, I didn't know what it was, I just knew something was there." Lance snorted.
"That's one of the most insane things I've ever heard."
"It's true." Lyra assured him. Lyra looked up to see a form diving for them.
"Lance, Look out!" Lyra pushed her friend out of the way and taken into the claws of the creature. Her sword was knocked out of her hands and landed on the ground. Lance looked up in time to see a familiar purple furred Werepire carrying Lyra off.
'Wolfwing.' Lance cursed every curse he knew and some that he made up. Lance glanced over his shoulder to see Lyra's crystal sword lying on the ground. Lance gently picked it up and put it in his backpack.
"Don't worry Lyra." He muttered to himself as Wolfwing disappeared with Lyra in his claws.
"I'll get you back if it's the last thing I do."
Oh boy, Lance is out for blood! I'm really sorry that I've been neglecting this story, but I found my muse for this one and hopeful I can finish it. ^^" Thanks to the people who took the time to review! I heart you guys! You guys make my life! Anyways, next is Lyra's POV. See you then!
TTFN!