"Welcome To Wolf Lake"
Part Five
Author's Note – Okay, this is the fifth and final part to WTWL… I hope you have enjoyed this prequel, and will take the time to review and tell me what you thought of this little series! Thank you to all those that have reviewed the previous parts, and to those that have supported this and all of my WL endeavors. You are all just the best! THANK YOU!!!
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"Part Five"
He knew what was about to happen. Knew how she was going to respond. Knew that he still wasn't going to be able to stop himself, stop her, in time.
He had crossed a line, and there was no coming back from it quickly enough to reassure her. Soothe her.
Her leg was still hooked around his naked waist, the taste of her flesh still clinging to his tongue. He felt the way her muscles tightened beneath the surface of her skin in thoughtless panic. Sensed her coming back to reality from their almost drugged, euphoric, passion-induced state that was a natural occurrence for their kind. Knew she was going to struggle.
And he knew that when she did, it was going to trigger a dangerous chain reaction that he would be able to stop.
He knew it, and he prayed that she would freeze like most would, when caught in their own sense of fear, like a deer in the headlights. Freeze long enough for him to find some way to regain control. Find some way to keep from taking her, even if it was against her will. Find some way to leash the primal wolf within that had been turned lose upon her, who's scent had been more of an aphrodisiac than he ever could have prepared himself for.
Knowing all this, he still couldn't force himself to pull away from her.
She wasn't ready to handle the animal that he was, and he hated that he couldn't even protect her from the greatest danger of all.
Himself.
She couldn't run, he chanted mentally. She couldn't run. Don't run, don't run, don't run…please, baby… don't run… give me a moment… Don't run… I'll lose it if you do… don't run… don't…
She ran.
Watching as she disappeared into the trees, a howl ripped its way from his throat of its own will, and he felt a moment of regret and fear for her. A moment that came before the rising instincts took over. Fearing for her because she had unwittingly issued a challenge to his wolven nature. Regretting that it couldn't ignore it when it was this close to the surface. Snarling for release.
A female never threatened to take her presence from her male. Never. Not unless she was willing to deal with the repercussions of such an act.
Repercussions that her innocence of their ways wouldn't save her from this night.
The Chase had begun, the Hunt was past...
The Wolf had taken over.
And it was too late. For either of them. They were too far away from the safety she would have had in the town. Too far for him to expect her to run to safety in time. They were alone. No other Skinwalkers were present in these woods… Nothing that could have provided him with a distraction long enough for her to escape him.
It was a lack of control that again, once proved, just how much they were all at the mercy to the call of the wild, and their darker natures.
Even as the wolven consciousness took over… Even as he hit the dirt floor on four paws… even as dark gray fur began to spread and race across his shifting body like quicksilver, even as he purposely ran after her, each second bringing him steadily closer and closer to her… he couldn't help the silent prayers he sent heavenwards. Knowing that his soul, along with hers, just very well may be damned to the passionate fires of their kind, fires that possessed an exquisite burn that could very well incinerate them both. Morphing into an out of control inferno of want, desire, primal tenderness, and aggressive possession.
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Sophia's body was flooded with adrenaline and fear and a potent mix of forbidden desire and want that frightened her even more, as she ran through the forest. Knowing that he was behind her. Sensing him closing in on her, knowing that if he caught her then everything would fall apart and beyond her control.
A part of her knew what was happening. Knew, and understood. It called to him. Daring him. Wanting him to find her. Catch her. Complete what he had begun. End the sweet torment licking so hungrily at her soul.
Yes, she knew he was out of control. But hadn't she secretively wanted him that way from the beginning?
She could feel the blood moving through her veins. Feel the sensitivity of her skin, and the aching need beating deep down in the lower recess of her lithe body.
Over the last few years, her father had drilled into her how dangerous the younger males of their race were when caught in the sexual heat of their species. How unpredictable. And she had listened to the others. Heard the whispers. Seen the covert expressions flying between a couple. Young and old. Insinuations of that heat, that thunder, that power.
The power to inflame.
She had heard the rumors of the darker aspects amongst the younger females of the Clan. The ones that had yet to Flip. Still innocent in the ways of the Wolven. Taunted by those that had crossed over. The speculation of the violence and unstoppable desire of a sexually enraged male of their species…
And the concerns and fears of what would happen if they found themselves the victim of such an unstoppable onslaught.
Sophia would be lying if she hadn't worried about it herself. But, now that she found herself in that exact situation, same concern, same fear, she knew instinctively that he wouldn't hurt her. Have her, yes... Rape her, never.
She couldn't speak for the rest of the males, but if there was one thing she knew of Luke, it was that.
But she also knew that if he caught her, he would possess her. He would use the power of his mouth, his lips, his tongue, his scent, his touch, his body to arouse her own, even if it was against the will of her mind, till she would damnably cry out for primal intimacy of his body joining hers.
Thus was the power, the trait that every male of their species carried as a part of their nature.
And that was what she ran from now. The complete and utter control he would have over her once he was upon her.
But even as she ran, she couldn't stop the images swamping her mind. Images that she knew instinctively were coming from him. He was purposely trying to weaken her resolve. Make her turn back. Make her stop. Make her wait for him, hidden there, in the shadows of the forest, with no one around to save her from him.
And to willingly let him come to her, encouraging her body to deceive her, turning it traitorous as it purposely held her captive and trembling with the desire for his feral onslaught upon her senses.
The images danced around in her head like the taunt of an addicting drug held just out of her reach. Some of them were so vivid, she felt like they were actually taking place right then.
She felt the heat of his palms upon her skin, the aggressive and hard press of his body into her pliant one as his hands stroked and kneaded. The sensation of those lean fingers wrapping around the back of her knees and pulling them apart, leaving her open for his invasion.
And then the feel of his mouth upon her heated and aroused flesh. Tongue stroking and probing promisingly into her secret depths, as her nails sunk into the muscles of his shoulders reflexively. Head tossed back and exposed curve of her throat being caressed by his fingertips even his lips continued to…
As that particular vision began to fade away, Sophia sobbed soundlessly at the increase of desire and arousal hitting her hard with its unfamiliarity. She had never experienced anything remotely this overpowering before.
He was using pictures to convey to her his emotions. Of course, that would make sense. If the wolf was now in control, then the ability to speak was a forgotten memory, and one that belonged to Luke. He wasn't Luke anymore...
He was the wolf, and he was coming for her.
She stumbled, and almost stopped. Almost gave in. It was like she could feel him touching her. Just under her skin. Deep in her mind. It was overwhelming. All consuming.
She wanted to turn back. She wanted to greet him with open arms. Wanted him to make those vivid fantasies a reality. Wanted to be immersed in them. Wanted to be a part of them. A part of him.
But when she thought about what was at stake, she kept moving. It kept her going. Even as her body cried out reproachfully in exquisite agony as she continued to fight her way onward.
He was close, so close… she could hear him now. Hear the sounds of his breaths and the determined pounding of his paws. She didn't look back.
She never looked back.
And then she was stumbling out into the open. Her feet suddenly impacting on hard concrete. Stinging slightly from the force.
But before she could take stock of what was happening or where she was, she was blinded. The white light from a car or a bike – she couldn't tell which at the moment – piercing her heavily dilated eyes painfully, and she threw up her arms reflexively. Wincing as she tried to peer into the light to see what it was that had almost run her over.
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He was almost upon her now. He could feel the sense of victory rising. The assurance of winning his sought-after prize.
And then there was a brilliant flash of light. Temporarily startling him and knocking him off his course.
Snarling slightly, the gray wolf pulled to a stop. Just on the inside line of the trees and ferns. Watching with a growing sense of unease as he listened to the female – his female – talking to a strange and unfamiliar human male.
Hackles rose off the back of his scruff as he growled subtly. Knowing that Sophia had heard him, by the way that she turned to look fleetingly into the forest.
Sophia… he remembered her name now. The wolf was beginning to recede, now that it appeared that the chase was over.
He watched with an increasingly rising displeasure as she appeared to be accepting a ride from the stranger. Getting on the back of his back. Coyly giving him some line about her father freaking if he found out she was gone.
He watched the male mount the bike. Watched the way her arms wrapped loosely around his waist as the bike revved up and started to pull away.
Once he was sure that the male wouldn't see him, he began to pursue. Infrared eyesight never wavering from her retreating back.
She turned to look at him once. Looked at him, and then turned away. Knowing that he couldn't keep up with the bike. Knowing he wouldn't risk revealing himself to the stranger.
Slowly beginning to stop, he ducked back into the foliage, racing in a different direction. Taking a short-cut to reach it before they did.
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Crouching down behind a thick path of underbrush and small trees. His body already that of a human, he watched with glowing eyes and retracting fangs as the motorcycle thundered by. Passing the 'Welcome To Wolf Lake' sign as they crossed over the hill that overlooked the town surrounded by the jagged snow-capped mountains, and the full moon shining above. The purity of the glow reflecting in the waters of the lake like crystallized mercury.
Part of him had wanted to make sure that she had re-entered Wolf Lake… He couldn't suppress the sudden need to make sure that she always remained there. Where he would always be able to find her. Where she wouldn't be able to escape him like his sister, Ruby, had escaped Tyler…
He continued to watch as the bike slipped from view. Watched as the scent of her began to fade away. Nothing more than a memory, and leaving him strangely bereft.
Pulling up to his feet slowly, he slowly turned away, naked body glistening in the play of shadows and light upon his skin, as he slowly walked back into the forest. Evaluating what had just happened, and unable to draw any conclusions except one…
Sophia Donner would be his. They would complete what had begun tonight.
Granted, he may have to take things easy for a while, especially after tonight. Convince her that it was of little concern. Let her see a less aggressive side of him, a less primal one, as that approach hadn't turned out quite the way he had initially hoped… and slowly work his way under her skin till she was completely at ease with him once more. Trusting.
And then he would strike. Bringing her into their world in an explosion of exquisite sensation and erotic pleasure… damning the consequences.
And she would then know him for what he was… a Skinwalker male that, once begun, never stopped till he possessed what he had hunted.
She was foolish if she thought it was over. That she had, indeed, managed to escape him.
It wasn't over. It would never be over. There would be another night like this. Another time in which there wouldn't be a way out for her. For either or them.
He would make certain of it.
After all, he smiled faintly, he was Wolven. And… so was she. No matter how far or how hard she tried to outrun it, she would never escape that fact.
She would only be able to fight herself for so long, before the wolf rose up greedily from within and forced her to accepted his claim… Just like it almost had this evening.
All he had to do was wait. Wait, and watch…
And then one night, when she least expected it, this game that they had just begun to play would come to its irrevocable conclusion…
Once and for all.
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The End
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AU – Although it was not my original intent when I started this project, over a while, it became apparent that this would become more and more a prequel to "Embrace of the Wolven", then to my virtual series… And although it is a prequel of the original series, and therefore, can be considered the prequel to ANY of my WL pieces, it has really developed the feel of eroticism and an almost feral intensity that I'm going to be shooting for with EOTW… (and it gives you a taste as to why I've decided to label EOTW with an R rating)
And, although I know many of you are really looking forward to this story (which I'm very pleased about) and are expecting me to begin posting the parts soon, it has to be said, that we are probably at least two to three months away from that…
It is becoming highly critical that I take a break from the Wolf Lake genre, and go play with my other characters for a while. Frankly, I need a break, and if I don't get one, then I won't be able to write as well. And if I can't write well, then the story will suck…
Obviously, I don't want this to happen. Thus the break. On the same token, I have a highly crazy and sometimes suicidal need to please my readers, and hate to let them down…
I am hoping that you will cut back on the pressure to begin on EOTW, and support my decision to take a break for a while. This does NOT mean that I do not enjoy hearing from you, or answering any of your questions or concerns about any of my WL works, including EOTW. It just means that I ask that you respect my wishes to only begin my next WL brain-child, when I feel like I'm ready to do it the justice it deserves…
I've also had a lot of people that have e-mailed me, pissed about the way my finale on my Virtual Season ended… Primarily with Damien leaving… and asking me why I did something that cruel…
He-LLO People! I thought I was QUITE clear on that… I have two words for ya… SECOND SEASON!!! Reserve your judgment till then…
Anyway, you've all just been the best, and have really become such wonderful friends and I hope to see some of you poking around my other non-WL stories on ff.net…
You can also join my Wolf Lake Yahoo! Group at the following link in order to keep in the loop of what I'm up to…
But if not, then I'll see you in a couple of months… Take care till then! (wink)
(Sapphira)
P.S. Don't forget to review… I'm a stickler for that, aren't I…?