Sweet Drams XII -By Yo-yo



Disclaimer: I don't own Wolf Lake, or a horse either. Man it sux to be me! (



A/N: Yeah, this one doesn't have as much dialect as I would have liked, but if it did, the direction that I swerved it to wouldn't be as successful. I'm actually pretty proud of this chappy (as some of you affectionately call it), so read up! R&R PWWWEEEEZZ! I won't keep going if I don't get anymore reviews. ULTIMATE ROWING!!!!!!!!!!! BRING WOLF LAKE BACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



Sweet Dreams XII:



". . . You can't tell me that they aren't one of the greatest bands of our time?"

"I can and I am!"

"My God, you are such an idiot!"

"Hey, way to support Freedom of Speech!"

"For someone in the Honors Program, with a B+ in English, you sure are stupid!"

"Why should my English grade be a factor?"

"You can't get a B+ if you don't like English."

"So?"

"So, then that means you enjoy literary movements and different styles."

"So?"

"So that means you can't possible deny them of their greatness. They're like literary geniuses! Their metaphors and interpretations are so profound, and so-"

"You only like Incubus because of Brandon Boyd!" he accused.

"Nuh, uhn!" she protested. "I mean sure, when Brandon Boyd and I wed, on our prenup.s we'll have a clause that says whenever he puts on his shirt he owes me a million dollars. But even without that awesomely chiseled, sexy chest, which I couldn't imagine him without by the way, he's still an amazing singer and a profound thinker!"

"Hey, you've never told me that I've got an 'awesomely chiseled, sexy chest'!" He cried.

"Well you've never told me I've got a great chest either," she grinned.

"I told you I loved your sexy body."

"Well that's not good enough. Only literary geniuses can stimulate my vocabulary for adjectives to describe a man's chest. Plus when Brandon Boyd says it, it sounds like poetry, love, like everything that matters in the world. When he says it, I get really hot!"

His eyes bugged out at her last statement. "Way to deflate my ego!"

"I aim to please." She grinned smugly.

"So if I came up to you and recited a bunch of bull crap, would you get really hot?"

"If it was original."

"What if I'm not creative enough."

"Then what use are you?"

"Better use than your Brandon Boyd."

"Hey, with a chest like that, I could think of a couple of uses he could serve for."

"You're sick."

"Isn't that the pot calling the kettle black?" she smirked.

"Why do girls always gravitate towards the artsy guys?"

"Because they're free thinkers, they don't care what others think."

"Plus, guys look really sexy in black." Vivian Cates added as she entered the dining room.

"Good morning Mrs. Cates, are you feeling well?" Sophia asked curtly.

"Yes, but I should be asking you the same thing."

"Huh?"

"Your father told me you were a bit sick. He still doesn't know does he?"

"No, but the time just hasn't been right." She replied.

"Well soon, you're going to be finding increasingly hard to hide it. I think he's already starting to suspect something."

"Really? I think he's been noticing some physical changes, but I don't think he's too sure. I've just tried to keep busy."

"Well the way you've been running around lately, I think it's pretty obvious. Today must be a great relief to you."

"Yeah it is, I can't remember ever sleeping in this late. Even during vacation I've got to wake up for work."

"Well, you should start to slow down, too much stress isn't good."

"I've still got today's homework to complete," she sighed.

"Meanwhile there's a meeting tonight for the Pack, I know your father will kill me, but would you like to come?" she asked Sophia.

"I don't know? If my Dad doesn't want me to go . . . I don't think I want to make him mad. I'm still grounded from the last time I spent the night here."

"Sophia, regardless of Change or not, we still think of you as one of the Pack."

"Thanks, but I do have a late shift at the diner. Do you know what time it is?"

Looking down at her gold wristwatch, she replied, "About five."

"I've got to be there in an hour, so I guess I'll be off now."

"No, your father requested that you stay here, so Luke, will you go to the Donner's and her pick up Sophia's information please?"

"As you wish," he bowed, then faced Sophia again, "So where exactly is this repulsive piece of polyester?"

"In my closet, hanging on the door."

"And shoes?"

"Next to the front door, the white ones."

"Any thing else?"

Looking down at her scant attire, she could feel the heat rise in her face and she knew that she was blushing.

"Everything." She mumbled almost inaudibly.

A small smile, gone unnoticed by both the women, danced across his lips. He understood exactly what she meant.

Pushing away from the table, he lifted himself off the chair. Sauntering around the table's edge, he reached Sophia. Bending down, he placed a soft kiss to her forehead. His lips lingered against her forehead for a few long moments before he finally lifted himself and turned to his mother. Pressing a kiss to her cheek, he quickly left the house.

"Well c'mon Sophia, you can take a shower in Luke's room. I'll give you some of his old things until he comes back," Vivian smiled.

Leading Sophia to the room, she placed her hand on her lower back.

"Now Sophia, I'll bring you in some soap, Luke's is far too masculine."

"It's okay, I don't mind."

"You'll smell like him, and I'm not sure you or your father will enjoy that. Especially for the implications."

"I really don't mind Mrs. Cates, I don't want you to go out of your way for me."

"Pish posh Sophia! I'm not going out of my way." There was a long pause as she looked at the beautiful teenage girl, "Sophia, I'm not sure that you've thought of this, but what's going to happen afterwards?"

"What do you mean?"

"I know that you and my son are together, but are you prepared for the consequences afterwards?"

"What consequences?"

"Are you prepared to come live with Luke as his mate? Are you prepared to give up those freedoms that you've once loved in order to live as one of us? Are you prepared for all the expectations being with Luke will entail? Can you endure the fact that you'll constantly be forced to prove yourself because of your Half-breed status?"

Pushing her hair away from her face, she absorbed Vivian's words. If and when she Changed, she'd be bound completely to Luke. She'd have no choice anymore. Luke would be leader, the Alpha, and she'd be his bitch. Everything that he would ask of her, she'd have to do, anything that he's make of her, she would be, and everything that he would say to her, she'd have to agree. Her freedom of speech would be denied and she'd no longer be known as Sophia, the Sheriff's daughter, but as the Alpha's Half-breed Bitch.

Turning away from Vivian, she tried to mask the emotions whizzing around in her head as she tried to think of how her life would be. Not even out of high school and she'd be bound to a boy for the rest of her life.

Wolves are monogamous creatures. . . they mate for life.

But how could she be his mate, she wasn't even sure if he wanted to be hers, and she didn't know if she wanted to be his. Sure she loved him, but that didn't mean she wanted to be bound to him forever. She still wanted to go to college, she still wanted to see the world . . . if she was his mate for life, when would she ever get to see the world outside of the pelt and golden eyes?

Wolves are monogamous creatures. . . they mate for life.

But what happened when they threw in the human factor? Humans weren't monogamous creatures, they stayed with each other for a long period of time, and then decide they should part when all the excitement wore off and they found someone prettier, more viral. They were vain creatures that left their own kind because they treasured the fantasy instead of the reality.

"I'll be right back with soap, a toothbrush and a towel," Vivian stated penetrating Sophia's thoughts.

Nodding mutely, she turned around and entered Luke's room.

Her eyes scrutinized the whole place as if seeing it for the first time. . . well she was in a way, looking at it for the first time in a whole new light.

The walls were a dark forest green, with shiny wood varnished borders. The large Ethan Allen four-poster bed set in the middle of the large chamber was decorated with disheveled white cotton sheets. A small nightstand stood next to his bed with a cold sterile silver metal lamp, a matching clock radio, a matching plate with a small vanilla candle sitting on it, and an opened book lying split open next to it. At the foot of the bed sat a very heavy looking wooden chest full of unknown objects. Against the window sat an expensive writing desk with all Luke's school stuff scattered and stuffed everywhere, and a silver sterile laptop lay open with a blank screen. In the corner between two walls sat a classic green leather chair with a matching ottoman, with one of Luke's shirts thrown over the side. Next to the door was a large armoire made of the same type of dark wood, maybe cherry, that the rest of the furniture was made of, using the same style. And across from his bed sat a large dresser with pictures of his family, friends and Pack members.

If she were to Change, she would live like him. A total opposite of what he truly was. He wasn't the large impressive Ethan Allen furniture, he wasn't the cold sterile accessories, he wasn't the designer bed sheets or the intimidating air of the room, and yet he lived in this "haven" everyday.

Returning, Vivian placed the items down on Luke's bed, then began raiding his dresser looking for something for her to wear.

Entering the bathroom, she turned on the shower and waited for it to warm up. Sophia silently pealed off the sweaty tank top and her plaid boxers and underwear.

Stepping into the rain of warmth, she let her mind relax from all its thoughts, and finally felt the tension recede from her muscles. She closed her eyes as a feeling drenched over her, the way the water drenched her hair. She was totally at peace when she began to wipe the washcloth over her body, cleansing and rejuvenating her mentally and physically.

After brushing her teeth and washing her face, she exited the bathroom with one towel covering her torso down to mid thigh, and another one tightly wrapped on her head.

On Luke's bed, Vivian had left Sophia a plain white t-shit and a green pair of pajama bottoms.

When she'd finally tugged on the clothes, she surveyed herself in the mirror. The t-shit was a little short and fell about an inch lower than her midriff, but the pajama pants hung dangerously low on her hips. She had to keep pulling them up, afraid that they might fall off.

To any guy, she knew the look of her right now was almost erotic. In boy's clothes, with bedroom eyes, and wet hair, guys would kill for that, and yet she wished Luke wasn't one of the guys who would.

Working out the tangles of her hair, her previous thoughts came flooding back to her memory. Being with Luke was so complicated. She couldn't just leave when things got hard, or when she realized that she'd fallen out of love with him, she would be attached to his side; women's lib would be a foreign language.



~***~



Entering the house, he spotted his mother on the sitting room couch humming as she wrote something down in a heavily bound book.

"She's in your room, she should be out of the shower by now." She smiled not even hesitating as she continued her work without even looking up.

"Thanks."

"And Luke?" she called out after him.

"Yeah Mom?"

"Take good care of her, she's giving up a lot to be with you. There are very few people that would do that for you or anyone else in this world, so if you screw up, you better fix it before she decides she doesn't want to do it anymore and gives up on you two."

"I know," he sighed turning towards his room.



TBC. . .



A/N: this chappy actually isn't done yet, but I decided to put this half up now, 'cuz I haven't put a new chappy up in a while. Hope you like it, and later on you'll see how Vivian's words truly affected Sophia and her relationship with Luke. R&R plesssssseeeeeee!



P.S. oh I forgot, bitch is not used as a derogatory statement or anything. But she will be a female dog, and the Alpha's mate. She doesn't like the idea, but it's not meant to offend anyone, so don't get pissed, I was just trying to add effect. R&R Pwwweeeezzz!