Can't you tell the sun's about to rise?
The polar bear froze in midstep and turned its head to look at the source of the voice. Standing in his usual half-crouch, Jack closed his eyes and sighed. "Not you, not here."
Of course I'm here. You need to get going. The sun will be up in a few minutes, and you need to get back to your room.
The huge white beast made a confused chuffing noise and looked back and forth.
Jack sighed. "We've been over this before. My dreams are mine, you're not welcome inside."
Your orders were, and I quote, "Stay the hell out of my dreams unless there's an emergency. If I'm dreaming about Emma Watson, don't wake me up unless it's life threatening. And that doesn't look like Emma Watson.
His eys snapped open. "She's waiting for me back in the palace, asshat."
Your reluctance to wake up is quite disturbing. What if there was a fire?
While they bickered, the polar bear settled back to wait, smoking a thoughtful hookah.
"Shyeesh, all right," Jack grumbled at last. "Give me a second."
He relaxed his stance, standing subedachi and bowing formally. "Until next time," he told the bear.
"I'll be back," the bear cautioned, in a voice exactly like that of Arnold Schwarzenegger.
Sighing again, the young man made an effort of will, and opened his eyes again.
He met the still-sleeping face of a young woman, one of the other students at the martial arts academy. For a while, Jack considered morning sex, or maybe just rolling over and going back to sleep, but iron discipline prevailed, barely. Untangling his arm, he shook her gently. "Hey, wake up," he said in a soft voice. "First call is in twenty minutes, you'd better get back to your room."
The girl yawned, showing very white and straight teeth, and flashed dark eyes at him. "Oh, come on," she said, feigning a pout. "It can't be morning already... Here, come here and..."
Why are you kissing her? You already ensured the survival of your superior genetics, there's no reason to delay.
I've got time. Now shut up, killjoy, or I'll crawl in one ear and chokeslam you out the other.
The harsh, growling voice that had been running commentary on his life since he was ten years old subsided, allowing Jack to extracate himself from the girl's arms. He crawled out of the nest they'd made in the loft and stretched, feeling every bone in his back pop into place. After such a rambunctious night, Jack was tired and sore, though he regretted none of it.
"Will I see you tomorrow?" the girl asked.
Jack wasn't sure. It wasn't that he feared attachments, and he certainly didn't think he'd done anything to be ashamed of, but he'd always been shy about making time commitments. It wasn't that he wasn't interested in the girl, that wasn't the problem. The problem was... the wolverine.
The spirit-guide was a wolverine, through and through. Ferocious and strong, a strong ally in a fight, the creature whose teeth and claws rested in a pouch bound under his hair, was still an animal, with primitive needs. Mating was always one of its chief concerns, and it tended to fixate on girls as strongly as he did normally. Wolverine males usually took three or four mates, and remained largely faithful to those it chose. This had a lot of potential for awkwardness, since it basically meant that at the moment, he had three girlfriends, all of whom were oblivious to the existence of the others. He kept all relationships discreet, and didn't lead the girls on with any promises, but they were attracted to the feral lust and hunger of the wolverine every bit as much as they were to his copper skin and ripped abs.
Which was a shame, since Jack was the long-term type in other respects. He grabbed the thermos he'd left by their nest, and sipped still-warm coffee as he headed down the stairs to his dorm room. When the floorboards ahead indicated someone else was coming, he dropped the empty thermos into a trash can and nodded to the early riser with a greeting that was much more energetic than he felt. Stepping into an empty classroom, he slipped out the window and down one story to land lightly on his dorm's windowsill. Once inside, he grabbed a shower kit and headed out the door to begin his toilet.
Still a little draggy, he wasted time avoiding the exposure of the scratches on his back, and was consequently a bit late coming back to his dorm. On his way back, he tossed a casual salute to his team leader and a brother, easily the biggest guys in the school. Jack himself was only 5'6", and build lean, but his muscles were well defined, without a single ounce of spare fat anywhere he could perceive. The wolverine's appetites countered a naturally high metabolism, making him cut, if not quite the V shape that Prince boasted.