Female Prophecy

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

"Good morning mom." I forced through a yawn, my arms stretching lazily above my head.

"Morning, Gen, how was your night?" She threw over her shoulder, flipping the pancake she was watching before I made my appearance. She leaned a hip against the granite countertop, one hand on the free hip and the other on the pan.

I smiled as a small flashback of handcuffs and leather crept through my mind.

"I guess it was alright." I smiled to myself, picking up a strawberry from a bowl of sliced fruits and popping it into my mouth.

The dinner table was laid out with a spread made for a family of twelve. On the island that sat in the middle of our kitchen was an array of matching glass bowls and plates loaded with sweet and savory breakfast items. One was the bowl of fruits I had just stolen a strawberry from, a few held different jams and jellies, while the others held bacon, scrambled eggs, and sautéed veggies.

I, as you probably do, find my mother to be absolutely elite. My mom adopted me as a newborn 25 years ago. Her and my father couldn't have kids of their own and dedicated their lives to advocate for children in the adoption and foster care system, reminding us that they too deserved loving families.

She turned with the black handle of the pan still in her hand to slide the pancake onto the tall stack that sat the edge of her extravagant breakfast. It gave a wiggle that made me nervous, but it snapped back into place. She laughed, setting the pan aside to give me a quick squeeze.

"Oh, now don't give me that, you got home at like 6 am! I'm surprised you're even up right now!" She shook her head in feigned disapproval. I shot a glance at the cheesy red and white chicken shaped clock that hung above the fridge, 9:30 AM.

Holy shit... it is early.

"Now who was the lucky guy that kept you up that late?" She winked at me, her smile lighting up as she watched me blush.

"Good morning ladies!" My father stepped into the room, saving me from my mother's teasing and having to answer a question I actually couldn't fully answer.

"Morning Dad!" I rushed over, engulfing him in a clumsy hug.

He returned it, steadying us both quickly, and gave me a quick kiss on the top of my head.

My dad was once the Beta to our pack in his youth while my mom worked as his assistant. They both decided to retire to become social workers, becoming the voice of children who needed it. He fully retired at 62, while my mother decided to continue managing cases. He lazily strolled over to my mom, pulling her by the waist and drawing her in for a long kiss.

"Uh gross guys, I'm right here." I made fake gagging sounds and scrunched my nose at them. They chuckled to themselves before my father sat down, gesturing me to take a seat on the barstool next to his at the kitchen island.

They were the only reason I actually believed in the Lycan Imprint. They met by chance at a pack social event, instantly imprinted, and have been inseparable ever since. Finding a mate through imprint was almost impossible, but watching my parents act like newlyweds for 25 years made me hopeful while simultaneously grossing me out.

"So, have you picked your outfit yet for the Winter Solstice Ball?" She finished setting plates and knives in front of my father and I as she asked.

I stabbed at a couple of pancakes, sighing. I tossed them on my plate and reached for the white gravy boat that held maple syrup.

"No not yet. I was going to go with the girls later today to see if I could find anything." I topped my cakes off with whipped cream and sliced almonds. I looked up to see her examining my face carefully. I shrugged my shoulders before stuffing my mouth.