Sorona's Werewolf.

3

My eyes open and I yawn. I sit up and find myself in my bed. I look down and see that I'm wearing my night shirt, which is pulled up to reveal my belly, along with my comfy shorts and knee length socks. I run my fingers through my hair and feel a lump. It's almost like I had a braid in my hair. Funny, in my dream I had a braid in my hair. Oh, my dream. That dream was nerve-racking and just thinking of it makes me tired all over again. I sit up, since I'm on top of my sheets, and swing my legs over the side. I stand and my shirt's hem falls to my hips and my hair hit the end of it. I pull at the lump and in a second, it's gone. I look out the window and see that it's about four. Great, I've only slept an hour.

School must have been hard since I'm already in my nightwear. I try to remember my day, but all that comes back is that silly dream. "Grandmother can clear things up." I say to my room as I stand and walk to my door. I open it and eye the guest room door. I'm half expecting the new boy to come out. Hell, his name probably isn't even Argo, it's probably like Allen or something. I laugh, my dreams can be so wierd sometimes. I walk down the hall and through the kitchen. I get to the stove and see a pot of beef stew, it was still cooking but almost done, A pot of rice sat next to it. I shrugged. Probably smelled it and incorporated it into my dream.

I walked through another door and into the dining room where Grandmother sat in blue shirt, slacks and sunflower pin in her grey hair. I smile at her and she returns it. "Sleep well, dear?" she asks and I nod as I sigh again. "Grandmother, I had the oddest dream. You see, I was sexually harrassed by this new boy at school and he thought he was a werewol..." I trailed off as Argo walks into the room and sits at the head of the table. "Morning, sleepy head." he smiles and my heart stops. "Sorona, that was no dream." Grandmother says and I look at them both as if they were mad.

I stepped back and I saw Argo stand and move towards me, "Please, calm down. I can explain." he said as Grandmother stood and went to the kitchen. "I'll get dinner." she says as the door shuts behind her. Now, I'm alone with Argo. My heart beats rapidly and memories flash. I remember everything now, up until the last moment when he said he was a werewolf. "You. No. Not you." I groan and I see him bit his lip. A shining within his eyes rolls and it's like I'm staring at a battlefield. It's like Nice Argo and Beast Argo are fighting to see who would approach me this time. Apparently it's Nice Argo because he walks over to me, takes my hand and leads me to a seat (which he pulls out) and sits next to me. He takes a deep breath and turns to me.

"You were crying and when I told you what I am, you fainted." he said and I noded. I guess it matched with my memory. "Do you believe I am a werewolf?" he asks and I shake my head 'no'. "Okay, let's start at the beginning when Linxi comes back, but all you need to know is that I am very important to my people and because of that people are going to try and hurt you because you are my mate." he says and I shake my head 'no'. I can't talk, Grandmother must have taken my voice again. "Trust me." he says and I look into his eyes. They were the same eyes that had cried for me, stared hungrily at me, had looked into me, had pleaded to me. They were the eyes of Argo, all three. Dream Argo, Nice Argo, and Beast Argo. They all shared those eyes and at this moment I am melting into those baby blues that can cut like a knife.

I nod to him and he leans close to me. It's like he's waiting for me to kiss him. I look down and blush, it's not like I have anything to loose, I guess. I allow our lips to meet and what starts out as sweet turns passionate. Before I know it, my fingers are in his spiked hair and he bites my lip for entrance. I begin to part my lips as his tongue slips in the small slot. "Ahem~" a voice comes to us and I push him back away from me. I turn and see Grandmother with the beef stew and rice in seperate bowls. I blush like mad and I refuse to look at Argo, even though I'm sure he's attempting to not make eye contact with her. She places the bowls on the table and I quickly stand to pass out the plates when I see that they are already set. Two at one end and one at the other. I'm supposed to sit next to Argo so I take the seat to his right as he and Grandmother take the heads of the table.

We all get our plates. I fill my plate with a mound of white rice and pour the beef stew on top. I don't even wait for everyone to get theirs before I grab my fork. The beef gravy is rich and the chunks of beef and vegetables are delicious. I have a second forkful in before I notice Argo looking at his wierd. I look to Grandmother who never notices anything with food around. "It's just beef stew and rice." I say and he looks up, blushes, nods and picks some up with his fork. He sniffs it and sees I'm watching him. He offers a smile before eating and I can tell he doesn't exactly care for it, but he gives me a thumbs up and continues to eat. I smile at him. Maybe he isn't all that bad.

I mean, other than being a schitzophrenic rapist who thinks he a werewolf. I sortof smile at that thought and we all eat in silence. But before I know it, Argo's got his third plate and I'm still on my first. I look at him and now he's wolfing down the rice bare since we don't have alot of stew, but an abundance of rice. We practically live off of rice, meat, potatoes, and a few vegetables! I stare at him and I see that shine in his eyes again. Okay, that's not okay at all.