. . . Sweet Dreams -By Yo-yo



Disclaimer: I don't own Wolf Lake, and if I did, well there'd be boyz @ my skool, and well, I'd get to kill my Jesus class (aka Theology) teacher b/c he's so boring and sarcastic and won't shut up! We're not ten, we don't need a review on stuff that we never even bothered to learn last semester.



A/N: I'm multi tasking right now. I'm typing a story, washing my clothes, mentally preparing myself for a 2k race tomorrow morning, trying not to sneeze out a lung or cough up my colon, and trying to rest so I'm not too tired tomorrow (about the coughing and sneezing, I've got a cold, and not even one of the good ones! My nose is never stuffy b/c I keep sneezing out like all of my major organs).

I'm happy, except for my new skool schedule, it sux! N e wayz, so far I've passed all my finals w/ A&Bs, so I'm happy o ^_^ o! Although Ceramics was a bit of a slide (yeah I know, it's sad that I can't pass Ceramics, but I'm not good @ that sort of thing. I can paint and draw, but I can't put anything together). Hope uz all passed your classes and you don't die of burn out. For you juniors (like me) don't catch senioritis just yet, although I'm pretty sure I've been coming down w/ the symptoms since freshwoman year (yeah, all girls prisons call it freshwomen; isn't that cute?) o ^_^ o! And seniors, go to a really good college, and then help me get in, 'cuz I don't do homework, so my GPA ain't as good as I'd like it.

P.A/N: Hey tygrlou, thanks for alienating everyone b4, I'm sure they enjoyed it. I agreed w/ your last statement, and uh, try to keep up w/ our non-sensical conversations @ lunch, it's really sad when you don't add in input about that guy w/ the stuff and the whole thing, it makes us feel as though you have no idea what we're talking about. Lol. o ^_^ o! Everyone else: inside joke.

P. P. A/N: Guyz, pray that I finish my race tomorrow. W/ luv, Yo-yo. ULTIMATE ROWING!!!!!!!!!!!BRING WOLF LAKE BACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



. . . Sweet Dreams XVI:



"Hi Dad-" she began but before she could finish her statement, he'd jumped from his seat, and extinguished the cigarette; his eyes still flashing liquid gold.

"What in the hell is wrong with you?" he sneered, his stance intimidating her.

The way that his nostrils flared and his eyes flickered as they regarded her so keenly, she almost forgot who she was. Taking a moment to avert her eyes and collect herself, she tried to answer his hostile question with as much civility that she could muster.

"Nothing, I- when did you start smoking?" she asked interjecting into her own sentence.

"I don't know- when did you start skipping school to hang out with Luke Cates, an infamous scoundrel of a boy, who you already know I despise?"

"Dad?"

"When did you start hiding very eminent information, life altering information, from your own father?"

"I'm sorry Dad. I just . . . I didn't know how to tell you . . . I was so scared and-"

"-And it was better for me to hear it from the lips of Vivian Cates?"

"She told you?" she asked staring at her father in obvious astonishment.

"Yes, she also told me about how you and Luke spent the night together that night at the Mansion, with her knowledge. She said she tried so hard to respect your wishes and keep her mouth shut, but your actions were irresponsible and you finally had to own up to them. Vivian was just as angry as I am right now," he explained, his dangerous air still permeating around her.

"Dad I-"

"How long?"

"Two, almost three months."

"God Sophia, how stupid can you be?"

As soon as the words escaped the confines of his lips he'd regretted them. The way that her face fell, an ashened look glazing over in her eyes as she looked back at him, silent tears threatening to spill from them. Her mouth hung open as if to say something, but no sound would emit; the shock so great.

"Look Sophia, I'm sorry about that, I had no right, but God, do you know how angry this makes me?"

"I'm sorry Dad, I know what you must be feeling and what you were going through. I know how-"

"Do you really Sophia? Do you really know how much you've hurt me?"

"Dad, I know that you're disappointed in me, I shouldn't have-"

"Do you really know how disappointed I am? God, do you know how hard your mother and I fought to keep you away from that kind of life? Do you know what we went through to be with each other, to have you, to protect you? Do you know the strain it put on our marriage, on our whole lives to keep you away from the 'Hill' kids and everyone else in Wolf Lake who was a Skinwalker?"

"I'm not trying to undo what you and Mom did. I just needed time, needed space, and needed a quiet place to think, without any distractions. I needed to put my thoughts in order, I needed to rearrange my life, and I needed to do it by myself.

"So by yourself consists of you and Luke?"

"It wasn't planned. He just showed up there," she sighed, "he was worried about me."

"Yeah, and so was I? I don't get it Sophia, you know how important you are to me, and how scared I am now that your mother is gone, and yet you persist in going everywhere without my knowledge, you persist in hanging around boys that I don't approve of, you persist on doing things that will ruin your life, and when I asked Jamie this morning where you were, she said she didn't know or care because you guys weren't friends anymore. What's with that?"

"It's complicated Dad," she whispered, trying not to think about Jamie atop all her other problems.

"Well un-complicate it. Tell me what the hell is going on! I mean, how could you let this happen? Did you think of the ramifications? How could you do this, your life was so promising?"

"Dad, I didn't do anything and I didn't let anything happen . . . it just did."

"What, did he force himself on you?"

"What? Who?"

"Luke? Did he do this to you? Did he rape you?"

"What are you talking about? Luke would never rape me. What are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about my sixteen-year-old daughter being pregnant with Luke Cates baby."

"What?!" she gasped in a mixture of confusion and surprised. She having sex and getting pregnant, that was impossible, well not literally, but at this particular time, yeah.

Calming down, she looked at her father's steamed figure again. Taking a deep breath, she asked him to repeat himself.

"I said, 'my sixteen-year-old daughter being pregnant with Luke Cates baby,'" he replied.

"Where did you hear that?" she asked, her face still stricken with confusion.

"Vivian Cates. Do you know how embarrassing it is to be told by the Pack Leader that your own daughter is pregnant?"

"I could imagine since it isn't true," she answered him, her muscles relaxing as she realized that he didn't know yet.

"It isn't?" he asked, his eyes now wide with surprise.

"No it isn't," she smiled pushing back her hair and looking at her Dad with relieved look on her beautiful features.

"Then what were we arguing about? What was it that you were going to tell me sooner, but you were scared?" he asked, considerably more calm, yet still vigilant of the eminence of her response.

"I'm not pregnant Dad," she said quietly, her eyes moving to look at a selected spot on the carpet with an old grape juice stain, ". . . I'm Changing."

"What, I didn't catch that," he said, wishing to the Moon that he'd just heard her wrong.

Shifting her stance so that all her weight that been transferred to one of her hips, she ruffled back her long hair, still averting his eyes and repeated herself,

"I'm not pregnant Dad, I'm Changing."

With her heightened senses, she could hear his heartbeat begin to thump rapidly; she could smell the anger wafting from his tall, strong frame only a few feet away; she could feel it's waves touch her on her skin, making goose bumps protrude her skin and a wave of cold flush her body; she could taste the bitter taste of his anger on her lips, making a wave of nausea douse her face, making sweat pour from her over-heated pores.

She could feel every iota of his anger, the only thing that she refused to do was see it. If she saw it, that meant it was real. If it were real, then she wouldn't know what to do or say. He was right, he had done a lot for her, and she didn't know what to do to make this all right. He'd fought way too hard for this to happen.

"Dad, say something."

She said, the silence of the room beating on her eardrums painfully, as if trying to deafen her.

"Please say something Dad, you silence is worse than anything else. Ground me, tell me if I see Luke again you'll rip his throat out, tell me that I'm not supposed to leave the house except to go to school, tell me that you'll give me one of those anklets that tells you where I am at all times, and it'll have a microphone on it so you'll know when I'm with Luke . . . Just tell me anything, tell me how you feel about this . . . Please Dad," she whispered, tears spilling from her eyes as she finally looked back up at him and saw the stony visage.

No emotion could be penetrated through that look. The only sign that he was feeling something were his eyes. Their grayness now replaced by a livid gold that shown throughout the whole dark room.

"Daddy, please," she pleaded, sinking down to her knees, tears still running paths down her cheeks and dropping to the carpet.

"Daddy, please say something," she cried, "Tell me how disappointed you are, tell me that I'm not you daughter anymore, just please, say something!"

In response to her plea, he walked around her swiftly, not even bothering to look back and exited the house.

She stared after him, feeling her heart being torn into a million pieces by the one man who was meant to pick them up. Crumbling to the floor, she curled up into a tight ball, and let the pain consume her whole body, not even bothering to muffle her strident cries.



~***~



"Open up!" a voice ordered through the large wooden door.

Sauntering quickly to comply with the command, he approached the front door of the cabin and began to open the door.

Before he could even pull it open, a man burst through the front door, his eyes a livid set of golden orbs, and an air of pure rage surrounding his whole being.

"Hi, Don-"

"Quit the pleasantries, Blackstone," he interrupted, "How long have you known and when were you planning to tell me?"

"What are you talking about Matt?"

"I'm talking about the knowledge that my daughter is Changing. You know everything in this damn town, and you also know the symptoms of the Change before they even begin to materialize. You knew she was going to Change before she did."

"Contrary to popular belief, I knew nothing about Sophia Changing, but I am quite glad to hear it! So do you know ho-?"

"Don't Bullshit me Blackstone, I know that you knew and right now I am not in the mood to be fucked with."

"Matt, it's not that bad-"

"Not that bad! Yeah, I'll say it's not that bad when there's a cemetery full of kids her age who were going through the same thing. I'll say it's not that bad when I found out that she's been suffering for three whole months when the maximum is two weeks. I'll say it's not that bad when all the plans, and hopes and dreams Marie and I had for our little girl go flying out the door because the Cosmos want to fuck with our kid and stick her into the very world that we wanted her away from. It's not bad when she'll always be alienated because she's not like everyone else. Her mother was an Ungulate, a meat-girl, human, prey to our kind, she was inferior, and I fell for her. Sophia was supposed to be just like her mother. She was supposed to be flawed and weak and beautiful and . . . Sophia was supposed to be human!"

"She was also supposed to be meant for the life that the Great Moon had written for her. If she is Changing, that is because she was supposed to. If she isn't weak, or human, or flawed it's because Fate has chosen her to be one of us. If she was meant to run with the pack instead of being chased by it, then it is what should be. You have tried to win this battle many times, and everyone of those times you have lost because you fail to realize it is by Fate that our people come to pass. It is by Fate that we are these great beings, meant to hunt the human kind, and protect it also. It is by Fate that our genes are created this way, and no wolf was picked by fault. No wolf is a mistake, and no wolf, no matter how much true wolf blood flows through her veins, should be taught that she was not meant, that she was a mistake, a freak of nature that should never have been."

"She will not make it," Donner prophesized, "She's too weak, and there is too much human blood-"

"But she also is filled with the blood of a man, who was destined to be Alpha. She has just as much Marie in her as you. None of your genes are predominant, and maybe that will save her-"

"-Or maybe it will kill her," he sighed ruffling back his chocolate tresses.



TBC . . .



A/N: good ending right? Well R&R please.



P.A/N: Well, since this took two dayz to write, I'll tell you how I did on my race. I finished last, but who cares, @ least I finished. Plus I'm like the only one there who started out as Coxswain, so I had the underhand deal anyway. Most of the ppl there have been rowing for years. You could tell b/c the boyz had really sexy chest muscles. They were really cute, and strong, and . . . I really need boyz @ my skool. Boo hoo! (