The Prophecy: Luna (Complete)

The Beginning

            {Amelia’s P.O.V.}

            So, before we get into the details about my being a prophecy child, let us first talk about how I found out about this. I grew up a very normal childhood, or as normal as it could have been. My mom, Astrid, raised me on her own, as a single mother. She worked as a cleaning lady for a hotel for nearly 20 years while raising me. I do not know s**t about my father, she never really talked about him. She said that I got my pretty looks from his side of the family, but in all honesty, she was lying out of her teeth. Everyone always said that my mom and I looked like sisters.

            I never understood why my mom never went into detail about my father, but eventually I stopped caring. I did not know if he was alive or dead or even knew if I existed. It was not all that important to me once I turned 14. I basically said to myself f**k him too. It was his loss. My mom is a straight-up M.I.L.F. For those that do not know, it stands for Mom I’d Like to f**k. Men hit on my mom every f*****g day and it did not matter where we were.

            I could not deny my mom looked good for her age; however, when I turned 16, I noticed my mom did not age much. I mean her skin was always so porcelain-like, no blemishes, no dark circles, no wrinkles, she never had gray hair and her hands were so youthful looking even though she worked tirelessly to provide for me. I could have sworn she was getting treatments of Botox or something, but she was not.

            As time went on, I started to realize she would disappear once a week, like full-on disappear for hours sometimes almost until dawn. I always had a babysitter on those nights when I was younger, but it would only be on those nights. Mother always came home by 9:30 P.M. like clockwork. It was always a different night of the week as well. There was no real pattern, except that the fact that she would be gone. So, when I turned 17, I decided to follow her one of those nights she said she would be late from work. Her typical excuse was that she was working a double shift at the hotel to make more money for my upcoming college expenses or someone called in sick and she was going to cover for them. Always some kind of excuse. She never said she was would be going out with friends or a guy for all that mattered.

            I waited for her outside of the hotel where she worked and around 9 P.M. I saw her exit the front lobby doors. Right on schedule… She looked up at the night sky and she breathed in the night-time air. She looked as if she was enjoying it a little too much. My mom did not drive a car, because she preferred to walk or take the bus on bad weather days. We lived in the mountain tops of Switzerland in a small town made up of 3 to 4,000 people, so it was often cold at night, but she never seemed to wear anything but a light jacket. People would often stare like she was crazy.

            Sure enough, she started on her way, but I noticed she walked in the opposite direction of our home. I started to follow her while trying to be as stealthy as possible.

            ‘Where is she going?’ I thought to myself. I kept following close behind her, but far enough to not raise any suspicions. After a while, I realized that she was leaving town and heading into a nearby forest. ‘What the f**k…?’ I kept thinking as she kept going deeper and deeper into the tree lines. After about a two-mile walk, my legs were killing me, and I could tell I was getting scratched up from all the branches and twigs. Mom started to slow her pace and I saw her breathe in some more of the fresh air. The air outside of town was so much cleaner, fresher, and pure. Even I could tell the difference.

            She stopped at a large lake within the center of the forest, the water glistened under the moonlight and was calm. There were some birds and frogs, but overall, it was a peaceful place. I could see why my mom like it here. She looked around and started to remove her clothing one layer at a time. My eyes grew wide as my mother was fully naked in the forest.

            ‘What in the bloody hell?’ I thought as mother began to stretch. I could hear bones and muscles cracking from where I was. Then out of nowhere mother started to grunt and hold herself as if she were in pain, but it did not seem to phase her much. I kept my distance, but then in the light of the full moon, I saw her change forms. My mother was turning into an animal. I watched in complete horror and disbelief. I was terrified but I could not stop watching

            “AHWOOOOO!!!!!!” She started to howl like a wolf. My mother turned into a wolf. Her fur was a caramel brown, with auburn and golden highlights running down her back. Her tail was full and looked incredibly soft. Her eyes glowed an ocean green and her pupils were as white as the moon. She was almost three times her normal size. Although the s**t I just witnessed blew my mind, I was so entranced by how beautiful she was.

            “Mom, what the f**k?” I said out loud. She growled and looked around. She looked towards the tree line where I was hiding. ‘Did she hear me?’ I thought to myself. Slowly, I saw her make her way to where I was, my first instinct was to run away, but this was my mom, she could not hurt me, could she? I heard her growl again and this time with more force. She showed her teeth showing that she was not intimidated. What was I going to do? I had no choice, I had to face her before she thinks I am a threat.

            Before she came into the lining of the forest where I was, I stepped out with the utmost confidence my mom would not eat me.

            “Mom?” I said while staring at her with wide eyes. She stepped back and whimpered.

            “Mom, what the bloody hell?” She whimpered again and started to back away. My mother was afraid of me.

            “Mother!” I exclaimed. “Wh...What the?” I tried to walk towards her, but she continuously backed away. “Mother, why are you avoiding me? I know it is you, I watched you turn. What are you?” I mean, that was a stupid question. I knew what she was, I have read the Twilight Series and “Underworld” was one of my favorite movies. My mother was a werewolf. As thoughts flooded my mind on how this could be possible, she started to lower herself into a submissive position, never once breaking eye contact with me. She nodded her head indicating she wanted me to move closer.

            I reached out my hand to pet her, and she gladly allowed me. Her fur was so incredibly soft that it almost felt like silk. She whimpered again, and I could see guilt and sorrow in her eyes.

            “Mom, why are you sad?” I asked her while sitting beside her. She did not say anything. Well of course not, she was a wolf. Mother and I just sat and looked up at the moon, not saying anything. We stayed until the moon began to set and the sun began to rise. My mother then started to change back. She was fully nude, and I ran to get the clothes from last night. I helped her get dressed

            “Amelia, why did you follow me?” she finally asked

            “I was curious. You always disappeared at least once a week, while I was growing up. You were always so open about everything except for two things, who my father is and this. I needed to why you just leave me for almost an entire night. My entire life you did this, and you never opened up and I knew I could not just ask you.” I said while justifying that I was basically stalking her.

            “I could not tell you, because I need to protect you.” She said while taking my hand in hers. “But now that you know the truth, perhaps we need to talk.” She led me back into the forest as we headed back into town. She allowed me to miss school this one time because were out all night. When we arrived home, she sat me down in the living room while she went to prepare breakfast for me.

            She put breakfast on the table, and I gobbled it all up. Mother was a badass when it came to food. I sat back with a full tummy and she admired my appetite for someone so small. Although I was taller than her, I was only 5’0 which is really small. Mother was 4’10. I know what you are thinking, how did these 4 feet 10 inches little woman turn into a 10-foot wolf? Believe me, it is still blowing my mind.

            “Mother?” I broke the silence.

            “Hmm?”

            “You said we would talk?” I said crossing my arms across my chest. I may only have been 17, but I had an attitude, and I got it from her. “So, let’s talk.”

            “Amelia, this is not an easy conversation and it is going to be quite long? I need you to wait to ask any questions until I am done, can you do that?” she said holding onto my hands. I nodded.

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            “YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!!!!” I shouted in utter disbelief. “ME!?   A WEREWOLF!?!?” I shouted again jumping out of the chair.

            “Honey, keep your voice down!” She said pulling me back to my seat. “No one and I mean no one can ever know.”

            “WELL, NO s**t!” I said in a loud whisper. “So, wait … All the books and movies? Are they based on real events in history?” I looked at her.

            “Oh, poppycock, of course not. Those books and movies are all fiction, the only thing they have right are us and the vampires.” I looked at her with wide eyes.

            “I am sorry, but did you say ‘vampires’...?”

            “Yes, vampires are real, and yes, they are our enemies.” She explained. I could not believe the s**t I just heard. “I honestly do not know where they come up with the s**t they come up with.” She said while rolling her eyes.

            “Really? That is your takeaway from all of this?” I looked at her. “Mother, you just told me, I am a werewolf, and that my father was one. And that he died trying to get you out of the castle before you were executed!”

            “Yes. Yes, I did.”

            “Mother!”

            “If you did not want to know the truth, then your ass should have stayed home!” she yelled, with a growl.

            “Did you just growl at me?” I asked in a condescending tone. She slapped my hand for being obnoxious. “Okay, so …. Is Imprinting real?”

            “Not exactly… You see, werewolves do indeed find their “mates,” and it could be anyone. Another wolf, a human, or potentially another supernatural. Vampire, witch or wizards.”

            “Witch? Wizard?” I lifted an eyebrow.

“Yes, they also exist, and they are another story.” She got up from the table and kept talking. “Mother, you realize that this is information overload, right?”

“Buckle up darling, I not done.” I sat back and ran my fingers through my hair. “The process of finding a mate is quite tedious, but it is worth it. Wolves are also like vampires, we can turn people, but we only turn our mates and other humans in an attempt to save their lives.” She explained.

            “Kind of like s**t in Teen Wolf?”

            “Yes, exactly; however, it does not have to be an alpha wolf to turn someone, it can be any wolf. But the process is very tiring for both parties and should never be used for greed. Turning a mate is required to produce healthy offspring. If a woman is human, she can mate with a wolf, but she will die in childbirth. If a man is human and mates with a she-wolf, he will not be able to pleasure her. Mates will mark each other, almost like a brand by biting a special part of each other’s necks. That bond becomes forever.” She says while moving her shirt to show me her fading mark.

            “So, were you human, or was my father?” I asked carefully.

            “Neither. We were both born werewolves.” She said while raising her eyebrows with pride. I just looked at her in disbelief.

            “How does this affect my life now? How do I turn? What am I going to look like? Will I look like you? What color was father?”

            “Slow down, slow down.” She said while laughing. “It does not affect your life, at least not yet. You will first turn on the first full moon after your 21st birthday, so there is plenty of time. I do not know what you are going to look like, but I do believe that you will very beautiful. Your Father was a light grey, almost silver in color. He had no other markings on his body. His eyes were an emerald green and his pupils were a pearl black. He was so handsome in both human and wolf form. I miss him very much and think about him often.” She says while tears form in her eyes thinking about her true love.

            “So, when do I find a mate?” I asked her with excitement.

            “Not until after your 21st birthday.” She responded while I pouted. “Patience my princess.” She said while chuckling. “All in due time. You will not be able to sense your mate until you turn and come into your wolf powers."

            “So, are we full-blooded? Pureblooded?” I asked making a funny face trying to understand.

            “Full? Yes. Pure? No?” She replied with a funny tone almost as if she was questioning her answer. I could not help feeling that she was lying to me, or perhaps holding something back.

            “Mother, you said that father helped you escape because of the execution of purebloods. Why would you need to escape if you are not pure-blooded?”

            She looked in utter shock realizing I was paying attention. 

            She looked as if she was attempting to come up with an answer. She was literally about to lie to me.

            “I have pure blood in my DNA; however, it is very tainted with mixed breeding. A lot of human DNA and one witch I think.” My mother sucked at lying, always had, but I did want to press her further. “All you need to know is that I will do whatever it takes to protect my pup, which is why I lied all these years. But now you know, and I need you to keep this to yourself. No one can ever know what we are. As far as anyone else in the world is concerned, we are human.” She said. I nodded and she kissed me on the forehead.

            I excused myself to my room and laid back on my comforter and hugged my teddy bear. Everything mother said was so crazy. Like straight out of a f*****g fairytale. Her, my father, and me. Werewolves? Had I not seen what I saw last night, I would have committed her to a mental institution. But what happened that night was very real. I had so many so more questions and just got even more curious. I decided that I would try and do my own research. I wanted to know, no, I needed to know more.