Torn [2/3]
Author's Note: I am in no way affiliated with Wolf Lake or any of its characters. Only the character of Calen Ryans is mine.
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Sophia
She didn' t think that the memory of the look of horror on her father's face would ever fade from her mind.
At first, she had naturally assumed that he had been dismayed at her for giving up on her human side.
The white wolf glinting victoriously back at her from her father's dark orbs told her that it was so much more that that.
She couldn't quell the momentary exhilaration and triumph that surged through her.
She would finally be respected,
Finally be envied,
Finally be considered one of them.
But more than anything else, she would finally be considered worthy of Luke.
Then her father began speaking-
And the exhilaration turned into fear.
There would be purists within the group who would not stand for a white half-breed.
Purists who could possibly hurt her, perhaps even kill her-
She had agreed when her father had asked her to keep her color as secret, with the one stipulation that if Luke asked her to change for him, she would.
Her father had angrily rejected the idea. But in the end she had refused to compromise and it had been agreed. If Luke asked, he would be told.
She could still remember the worry in his eyes.
But her father shouldn't have worried.
Because Luke had never asked.
Luke
Before he knew it, a year had flown by and the situation hadn't changed.
He wanted Sophia but she wanted Ryans.
He could never have imagined a year of being unable to touch Sophia.
Even after his decision to deign Prestly with the title of his mate, he had never considered for a moment that there would be a time when Sophia would be unavailable to him.
It was just that outrageous of a concept to him.
But it shouldn't have been. And it soon wasn't, because he experienced it.
It was hell on earth.
Still, he would have been completely satisfied to continue living his delusion that Sophia would return to him. Believing that deep, deep inside, past all the anger and hurt at his rejection, she continued to love him.
But seeing her wrapped in the Ryans' arms, an expression of complete happiness and content on her face-
That had been his undoing.
So he had decided that he would be selfless for once.
Although Sophia wouldn't be aware of it, he would give up his fight to win back her love.
So that she could have her love.
And he would spend the rest of his life regretting that it had been his ambition that had lost her in the first place.
But then Sherman had called him into his office after class,
And Everything had changed.
Sophia
Calen made her happy. Of that there was never a doubt.
The fact that she would never love him with the depth and intensity that she had loved Lucas with, was something that she would never admit to Calen, or herself.
Too bad that it hadn't made it any less true.
But she did care for Calen; perhaps even enough that it could be called love.
She had cared enough that she had noticed and worried when he would slip odd-looking blue and white pills into his mouth whenever he thought she wasn't looking.
She couldn't have possibly known that those blue and white pills were the first indicators of things not appearing as they seemed.
She couldn't have possibly known that the secret she harbored about her heritage and her people could be considered almost minor next to the magnitude of the secret that Calen held from her.
A secret that was crucial in pushing the prophecy into motion.
Luke
He could have never expected what he heard from Sherman's lips that day.
'Sophia is a white wolf, Luke.'
He had been dazed. At first, he had refused to believe Sherman, thinking that it was some twisted joke Sherman was trying to play on him.
Sherman, seeing the disbelief in his eyes, quietly spoke seven words.
'She goes for her run at four.'
Even hiding behind a group of trees at four in the morning, he had held onto his element of disbelief.
He hadn't doubted that Sophia was unique.
But a half-breed being a white wolf was unheard of.
His skepticism had still remained even as Sophia approached the woods and began to strip.
As she neatly folded the clothes she had stepped out of and put them to the side, he had allowed his starving eyes to devour her. The flawless pale skin which had once been in constant contact with his hands, his mouth- was still beautiful, still perfect.
She took a breath and allowed for the change to occur.
And it did.
Up until the pale skin transformed effortlessly in white fur, Luke held onto his distrust of Sherman's knowledge.
But moments later, when the white wolf bounded joyfully off to begin her morning run, Luke was unable to dispute the truth.
Sophia was a white wolf. The worthy mate of an Alpha Male.
His shock turned into ecstasy as he realized that Sherman couldn't have given him clearer proof that Sophia and he belonged together, were meant for each other.
He wouldn't have to give Sophia up to the human so that she could be happy, because she wasn't created for Calen,
She had been born to be the mate of an Alpha,
She had been born for him.
In his joy, he couldn't have imagined that Sherman may have had an ulterior motive.
How could he have known that Sherman had been performing his task as the puppeteer of the prophecy?
How was he to have known that Sherman had been shifting him as well as Sophia and Calen into the position they needed to be in, so that the fulfillment of the prophecy could come to pass?
A prophecy that would change Wolf Lake and the lives of every single skin-walker, forever.
A prophecy that would either cement him in his role as the Alpha, or lead to his death.
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