My Werewolf Mate

When it all started.

I looked around. The tree bark more defined than usual. The water from the creek, it was more turquoise than ever. I looked up at the moon. It was a full moon, but it seemed that when it came out from around the clouds and shone, it turned everything blue.

Suddenly i heard a twig snap behind me. I turned around and a black wolf was standing there. It's Gold eyes beeming. My heart started to beat fast. It moved towards me. I took a step back. And in a second, before I could process what was happening, my feet ran ahead of me. Like i wasn't in controll.

I ran into the water. I looked back. The wolf was chasing me, buy not like I was its prey. More like it was a game.

I looked back around. And before I knew it, my foot was accedentally wrapped around a rock. I went head first into the water. And everything went black. But I could hear in the distance someone calling my name. It got closer and closer and suddenly-

"MADISON!" Someone screamed in my ear.

I shot up. I looked around, panick probably written all over my face. I wiped my hand up to my forehead. Sweat beaded itself down my face.

I was in my bed. The comfort of my blanket soothed me. I looked at the person that woke me up. It was father.

"Get up. Your going to be late for school." He said in his daily grumpy voice.

"Ok, good morning father." I said respectfully. He waved his hand and gumbled. I rolled my eyes. The only reason why I'm being respectful is because its my birthday. And my father blames me for the death of my mother three years ago, so every year on my birthday, he smacks me across the face. And he does it as many times as he feels necessary.

Yes, it's harsh. But something inside me doesn't want to leave him. Maybe because he's my only parent left.

I slowly get up. I head to my closet. I picked my clothes for today. My Pink sweatshirt crop top, my black leggings, my Jean shorts, black Adidas hat, and my white and black Adidas shoes.

I stripped down and went into the bathroom for a shower. When I finally finished I blow dried my hair. I brushed it out and sit down in my chair. I look in my mirror and start doing my makeup. I don't where a lot. I put foundation, eyeliner, and lip gloss on.

As I'm putting on my mascara, I poke myself in the eye.

"Ouch!" I yell. I look back up in the mirror. My eyes flash a bright blue. Startled, I fall out of my chair.

I quickly stand up. I look at my face my hands on my cheeks. looking at my eyes, they were back to my normal blue eyes.

I'm probably just sleep deprived. I roll my eyes and do the finishing touches. I pick my hat off the bed and put it on my head backwards. I slip on my sneakers and head out my bedroom door. On my way out I grab my black Nike bookbag.

Walking down the hallway I pass the memories. They reach out to me and practically beg me to look at them. Reluctantly, I turn my head.

The first picture that I see is my mom. She was beautiful. Blonde hair, close to being red. Green eyes. My dad says she was unique.

The next picture is of her holding me as a baby. Her eyes twinkle as she looks down at me. I move on.

The next is a family picture. She's wearing a dark blue dress. My dads wearing a black shirt and jeans. My 8 year old self looks happy. I'm wearing a blue dress like my mom. My hairs in a ponytail.

I can't look anymore. I continue my journey to the kitchen. I LOVE FOOD!

I grabbed some bread and popped it in the toaster. As i was waiting I checked my phone for notifacations.