Chapter six

Alex didn't care.

Alex really didn't care.

Alex really, really, really didn't care.

But why were they chasing squirrels?

It was actually an okay experience.

"RAAAAAAWRG!" Mason tackled it to the ground. The ten foot squirrel that is. Alex ran up to him and petted him on the head.

"Good boy," She smiled.

He hugged her around the waist as the scene shifted to the meadow where they went after they shared their first dream kiss.

She snuggled into his arms as he lay back in the flowers and sweet grass.

"Something wrong, love?" he picked up on it instantaneously.

"Yeah, no, I uh..." She sighed. It was so much harder to lie to him than anyone else. "Some idiot's been publishing some scandalized version of our relationship in some wizard rag."

"Ah,"

"I usually don't care about gossip, but seriously, that's not cool." She snuggled closer to him. "It's not fair that we have to suffer while stupid wizards get to be entertained at our expense!"

He hugged her tightly. "Don't concern yourself," He rubbed the side of her arm. "they're not worth it."

"Did I tell you how I crushed the wizard rebellion?" She asked quietly after some time passed.

"No, you didn't," He replied. "I'm happy to know that you didn't just take over the thing yourself. We all know you'd win."

"You really think so?" She sighed.

"I know so, my lovely, scary, wonderful, sweet, mischievous, slightly offensive, caring girlfriend,"

"You know, If I didn't love you, I would have hit you twice for each comment that I found offensive."

"Point in case, and point taken love."

"So, yeah, I took out the leader of the revolution. The army ran around like headless chickens until they were caught."

"That's the beauty, or perhaps, the curse of a revolution." he mused.

"Hmm?" She sat up and faced him.

"A revolution isn't a stupid chicken, it's more like a hydra."

"I read about that. Hercules fought one and for each head he cut off...two more grew in its place..." she stared off into the distance. "Crap!"

"Don't worry, You'll do fine."

Time passed in silence.

"Hey Mason,"

"Yeah?"

"Why'd you tell my brother he could have pilgrims for Thanksgiving?" she griped. "He hasn't shut up about it for weeks!"

Mason laughed and hugged her, burying his face in her shoulder. She'd be all right.

~~!

"Alex sure is getting a lot of sleep lately, you think she's sick?" Her mother asked.

"You know what 's worse?" Justin asked looking up.

"What?" His mother replied.

He pulled some papers off the coffee table in front of the television.

"She's been doing her regular homework too. Not just the magic stuff." he threw the papers back down in a neat stack.

"I'm worried and thrilled all at the same time," Teresa smiled.

"I'll go ask her what's up." Harper nodded, skipping to her best friend's room. Harper slipped in the secret entrance Alex had made with magic. It was made so that she could check in on Alex when Alex wanted to get away from the rest of the family.

"Alex?" she whispered. The lights were out, the room was dark and Alex was asleep in her bed. With the dream helmet on. Harper rolled her eyes, not this dream stuff again.

She moved over to Alex and shook her shoulder. "Alex, Alex get up! Now!"

"Nnnnngh, bye...Mason...gotta go..." she groaned sleepily.

"Did you see Mason?" Harper's eyebrows shot up as the wizard removed the helmet and stretched.

"Ah, morning Harper," she yawned.

"Did you say 'Mason'" She repeated. Alex froze. She looked at Harper imploringly.

"Please, Harper,"

"Don't 'please, Harper,', me," the redhead put her hands on her hips. "Didn't you learn your lesson from Dean and that thing?"

"This is different!" Alex insisted.

"How so? This one's a dog?" Harper looked at her severely. "Alex, I don't want you to go through this again, how do you know what's going on is even real? Are you controlling his dreams?"

"It's different! Mason's different than Dean!" she insisted. "And he's in complete control of the dreams! I just pick out what I wear! Harper, this is different!"

"How?" Harper asked.

"He's my soul mate! That's why!" she replied quickly. "My one true love, the man I want to be with always, ...just as soon as I figure out how to turn him human again."

"Just don't get hurt, ok," Harper sighed seeing Alex act like never before. "You're my sister right? I don't want you to get hurt."

"Thanks sis," Alex hugged harper. "Now get out. I wanna change before I meet my friend Constantine for a movie."

"Who's Constantine and why haven't I met him?" Harper asked.

"He's my British...werewolf friend..." she mumbled.

"Excuse me?"

"mybritishwerewolffriend."

"One more time,"

"Harper! Oh, He's my British werewolf friend!" She snapped.

"You certainly know a lot of British werewolves." she gave Alex a look with a raised eyebrow.

"Don't give me that, he's just a friend. He's a friend of dad and we're researching ways to turn Mason back. He also insisted we hang out and do stuff. He's hanging out with Justin and Max too."

"I wanna talk to him. I want to know his motives."

"He's not like my Mason," Alex replied quietly. "I don't know if that's a good idea, Harper."

"I still want to meet him,"

~~!

Alex was sitting with Harper and Max in the lair. Harper was wearing a gummy bear themed outfit complete with a bear top hat.

Alex had a light grey vest on over a white tee with black lilies drawn on it and dark, formfitting jeans. She wore gray ninja boots and had chain belt on. Max had on one of the shirts that he had bought from Alex a long time ago over jeans and hiking shoes.

There was a knock at the portal and Alex walked over and opened it. Harper's eyes widened to the point of bulging.

"Oh, what?" She nearly fainted.

"Hello, you must be Harper," The wolf smiled. "I'm Constantine Greyback, pleasure to make your acquaintance."

"Oh, my gosh, Alex! You didn't tell me he looked like Mason!" She shrieked. "And doesn't that make this kinda cheating?"

"Oh, you know my son!" He smiled.

"SON?" Harper squeaked.

"Yeah, this is Mason's dad, I though I told you that," Alex said nonchalantly.

"Alex!"

"Oh, and, we're just friends so it's not cheating," Constantine interjected. "I haven't tried to stake a claim. She's Mason's 110%"

"I uh," She turned back to him. "What?"

"So, Alex, Max, ready to go?" He asked. "The haunting waits for no man, woman or wolf! Farewell Harper, I hope we get a chance to talk at length." He slipped out the door with the two wizards in tow."

Harper was left standing in the middle of the room. Worrying more than ever for her troubled friend/sister.

~~!

Alex came back with a very happy smile pasted on her face. Max was also ecstatic, jabbering at length at Constantine behind her. Constantine half listened, nodding and putting in points in a way only a Briton could. He made it look like he was interested and understood Max's half baked ideals without really doing either.

Five seconds of being in her house and she was dragged into the lair by her father and Harper.

"Ow, what's wrong?" She complained. "That was my throwing arm!"

"Alex, how long is he going to be coming around?" Harper asked.

"I don't know, as long as he wants to guess, he's a king, you can't really tell them 'No,'," she shrugged. "Dad doesn't have a problem does he?"

"No, I'm mad for an entirely different reason," he snapped. "Why's the dream helmet drained? That's going to take days to recharge! I wanted to invade Meghan's dreams and give her noogies and wet willies! I mean, I wanted to dream that I was a bull rider."

"I, really dad? Bull riding again?"

"Yes." he replied curtly. "Now why?"

"I've been using it, I wanted...to dream of Mason," she said the last part quietly.

"I thought you were over him?"

"I, dad, if mom got turned into a wolf, would you give up on her?" She asked quietly. She knew perfectly well that her parents were prime examples of soul mates.

"Of course not, but, we're special," He tried to explain. "We're-"

"Soul mates," Alex filled in. "I read up on that when we got our individual thesis paper projects remember. By the way, I'll have mine done by next Thursday,"

"I'm impressed," He smiled. "But what does that have to do with anything?"

"I know Mason is my soul mate. I know it!" She replied quickly.

"Oh, Alex," Dad sighed. "That might not be true-"

"Every minute he's away from me, it feels like my heart is slowly being run through a shredder! Even time I think about him, I feel like I can feel him near me! Every time I hear his voice or feel the touch his hand in mine then I feel like life couldn't be better! I love him so much it hurts." She explained. "I've never felt this way for any guy!"

"Alex, sweetie,"

"I will save him,"

"I'm sure you will," Jerry said in a patronizing tone.

"I have to," Alex glared. "And I will."

She swept out of the room, no longer desiring to talk to them.

~~!

Kalyn pushed her silver hair off her shoulder and blew a stray strand off her face. This wasn't going to be easy.

She had infiltrated Constantine's castle. Now it was a matter of finding him beofre one of his guests found her.

A guest named Vladimir. A guest with a bodyguard squad legendary for their brutality.

A guest who happened to be signing a peace treaty with the were wolf king.

And she had too stop it.

She made her way cautiously. She had very few run ins with guards of either sort but knew the wolves were well aware of her presence. That's ok, they had always been her allies.

Slowly she found herself at the back entrance to Constantine's room. All she had to do was pick the lock and wait for him to retire for the night.

She was busy focusing on the stuborn thing when a chill crept down her spine.

She whirled around-drawing her blessed sword fast enough to block the two the came to meet it.

A pair of red eyes glared at her viciously from under green-black hair. A pair of yellow eyes smirked under wild red hair. The green haired girl somersaulted back while the red haired male pressed forward until her back hit the door, the crystal knob grinding into her spine.

"Hiya, Kalyn, didn't expect to see you here!" He cackled.

"Can you be serious for one second?" the female demanded.

The male rolled his eyes.

Kalyn was in trouble now.

For Tempest the Vamp-witch and Akriloth the vicious had found her.

And they were the strongest of Vladimir's bodyguards.