Return of The White Wolf [DISCONTINUED]

Chapter Four

The plane ride was very long and very boring, but soon, we arrived in Italy.

It was a beautiful place, much more beautiful than where I lived, which was near Detroit. There were old buildings everywhere, and the streets were clean and covered with stone bricks, not pavement.

Most people walked on the sidewalk, but if they were driving they were on Vespas or expensive-looking cars.

Scott led us to a building that looked more run-down than any of the others, and told us to go inside.

I would've preferred to stay outside, because it was very dusty and looked like it would crash down on us at the slightest touch.

As we walked on, it grew cleaner and looked more stable and elegant. The dusty, cracked floors became shiny, clean marble floors. There were old stone statues of wolves in at the end of the hallway, and when we walked up to them they turned their heads and snarled menacingly at us.

"Okay," Scott said, turning around to look at us. "At this point, we have to walk as wolves."

"We don't know how to do that!" Landon exclaimed.

"Well my friend," Scott replied. "You'll learn by this."

He then punched Landon square in the face.

"What the heck?" Landon asked angrily, his eyes turning amber.

Scott soon punched me and Marco as well, and we soon turned.

Scott turned as well, but we didn't have to punch him.

He was a beautiful gray wolf, and his fur was so shiny, it looked like metal.

Landon was beautiful as well, but smaller than me and Marco. He had russet fur with faint black highlighting.

Marco was a little sickly-looking. You could see his ribs poking through his tawny fur, and his amber eyes weren't as lively as the rest of us.

When we had turned, the statues turned their heads back in their normal position and stopped growling. A door opened at the wall in front of us, and we were allowed into Lupa's throne room.

It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen in my entire life. The floors were so clean and shiny, I could see my reflection on it. There were marble pillars at every corner of the room. The paintings that hung on the walls were so lifelike, it was like someone just took a picture of it.

Lupa's throne was obviously the jewel of the palace. It was made of stone that was painted gold on the armrests, and there was red cushioning on the seat. Above, near the top of the throne, was a beautiful golden symbol of a wolf with one paw in midair, the other on the ground, and howling. It resembled the statues that were at the entrance.

But the wolf that sat atop the throne. She was a metallic gray like Scott, but she seemed to be made of pure light. Her amber eyes had a kind, gentle look, like we were puppies that she had birthed.

Scott bent down on his front legs, his eyes closed, and his right leg in front of him. Landon, Marco, and I did the same.

"Hello," the wolf on the throne said in a gentle voice. "I am Lupa. I see that the White Wolf truly has returned." She leaped off the throne, examining me like I was a horse she was going to buy.

"You know what is at hand now, I trust?" she asked, sitting down on the floor.

"Yes, m'lady," I replied, standing back up. "Lycaon has woken up."

"Lycaon has not awoken yet, as my guards say." Lupa assured. "But we have put twice as many guards at his tomb since last night."

But with that happy assurance, a loud, menacing howl/roar echoed through the room.

Lupa quickly turned around. "Oh no," she mumbled.

"Wha-what is that?" I asked, growing nervous.

"That, my friend," Lupa said, walking up to me. "Is Lycaon."