A Werewolf Mate in the Loup Garou Forest (completed)

{1} A Werewolf Mate in the Loup Garou Forest

This is my first story I have ever written on my own (not for school) and I am determined to finish it. I just don't know how long it will take. I also might not upload regularly. It all depends on when I have time and if I'm in the mood for writing. I just wanted to warn you in advance. It might be a while before I finish this story. I wasn't going to start uploading until I finished it, but I thought I might as well. I hope you enjoy it. Please tell me if you spot any mistakes so I can change them.

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**Akela's POV**

"Mom, I'm home!" I yelled," .............Mom?"

"In here, Akela," she called back.

I followed her soft humming toward her paint studio on the second floor of our small house. Pausing on the stairs, I stared at the only picture my mom and I owned that contained the whole family including my missing father and brother. They both disappeared the day I was born and were not heard of since. The picture was taken in the hospital right before they left.

I continued to my mother's studio and leaned against the splatter painted wall which I helped my mother to paint about two years ago when we first move here. The bumps from the splattered paint lightly pressed into my back. I quietly watched as my mother painted and hummed the lullaby she used to sing me to help me sleep. She was excitedly using her new green paint that I got her for her fortieth birthday. She always got excited the first time she used new paint. She said it made her feel refreshed.

She was just beginning to draw the dripping wet leaves onto the glistening prehistoric trees and ferns. Her eyes were currently a glowing yellow color which I knew meant she was happy. Her eyes, as well as mine, changed color with our emotions.

My mother was painting a portrait of a white wolf running through the forest right after a storm. Her snowy white tail was streaming out behind her, blowing in the wind created by her fast pace. A large black wolf was hiding behind the bushes and ferns watching her run. His teal eyes were glowing in some unknown emotion. Fireflies blinked in the background and reflected off the eyes of the hidden wolf.

"What do you think it means?" my mother asked, startling me out of my daze. Her eyes were now a worried purple color.

"I have no idea."I replied. My mother's paintings always showed either a real event from the past, present, or future; or they depicted a metaphor for something that could happen in the future. One time, my mother painted a female black widow spider draining her mate. It was one of her first paintings. We didn't think anything of it other than it was a sort of disturbing painting. The day after she finished the painting, we found out that our neighbor shot her husband in his sleep the previous night. Since my mother's paintings always either depicted my mother or me as the main focus if it was an actual event, then this painting must be a metaphor for something.

I looked back at the painting thinking it somehow looked familiar. As I got closer, I started seeing flashes of trees flying past me and my mom's studio faded out of view. It scared me at first, but I soon realized I was having one of my visions. I looked around me and noticed I was in the same forest as the wolves in my mother's painting. I was running hard and could sense that something was following me. I turned my head trying to see what was behind me, when a large black wolf with teal green eyes jumped out from the bushes. When I saw the wolf, I could feel my eyes changing but could not identify the color like I usually could. The vision ended a moment before the large wolf actually landed on me.

I groaned and opened my eyes to see my mother looking at me with a worried expression on her face. I sat up on the floor; my muscles protested the movement. My mother handed me and ice-pack which I immediately held to my pounding head. She knew I always got a migraine after passing out from a vision.

"What did you see?" she asked cautiously. She knew that when I got visions, I could only view things from the eyes of my future self; and it always came true eventually.

I thought back to my vision and then looked up to my mom's painting. I slowly and painfully raised my aching arm to point at the white wolf. I was still unable to talk through the pain radiating through my whole body, but my mother knew what I was trying to say.

She glanced up to where I was pointing, and her face froze in terror. She looked back down at me still sitting on the floor, and got up from her crouch next to me to start pacing. I watched her walk back and forth for about five minutes before I carefully got up off the floor, went to her, and slapped her on the cheek.

My mother stopped pacing then and looked at me. She threw her arms around my stiff shoulders to hug me and started crying. I held her until her tears dried up and turned into dry sobs before pulling away. My mom looked up and stared into my emotionless white eyes before she said the one thing that would forever change my life, "It's time."