The prophecy

Sienna.   Rain kept pouring down on me, as I ran through the thick trees that would eventually lead me to my house.    You can’t trip Sienna, if you trip you die.  I kept repeating as a mantra as I tried to pick up my pace and dodged a huge tree root. It was probably fruitless. All the running. I knew. Those were wolves out there, my chance of outrunning them was really little.   I could feel their ragged breaths after me, and I swear I could feel teeth scraping my ankles. And it was fu**ing terrifying. One particular growl sounded especially vicious to my ears and I knew which one of those it was. The Gray wolf that found me on my secret spot.The tears flowed without effort as I thought of my sister,  and the warnings she gave me about leaving on my own.    I wasn’t a full witch yet, so I couldn’t protect myself as well as the other. Well, witches could only access their full  magical potential after their eighteenth birthday, when we would be choosen by our element and start working on fully dominating them. Before that, we were pretty much helpless, only some party tricks and very non-consuming magic could be done, some of us were more talented than the others, but without a element to tether ourselves to, it could be very dangerous to venture to far into spells.   Just as I thought that maybe I was toast and had no more time, I saw the oak tree that stood tall as the prime protector of my home, and finally let out a breath of relief.    And then.   I tripped.  Falling headfirst into the muddy ground, I winced. All breath left me as I fell full force against a tree root.    Sh*t! I hate when Rose is right. Please, Moon Goddess, I don’t wanna die.   It was like time stopped and I tried to turn, apparently with some fight still left in me. And met with the last thing I could have imagine.   There were two wolves around me,  both looking at me attentively and suspiciously silent as they circled around me.   And right there standing in front of me, gloriously naked was the most beautiful man I had ever seen.    Dark brown curly hair with freckles spattered on his face, and a boyish smile that would probably make me fall if I wasn’t already on the ground. His body too, was something out of a wet dream, that I’m pretty sure I just had yesterday, all muscles and six packs, and as my gaze trailed lower...   Okay, that’s a really blessed young man.   My gaze snapped  to his eyes, and yes, what a blessed young man indeed. He had the most beautiful eyes I had ever seen, bright blue with an unmistakable glint of happiness.    And then he opened his beautiful angelic mouth and said the word I would never forget, the word that would keep me up at night for the next two years.    “Mate.”