Craving Him | MM, Werewolf, Soulmate

Chapter - 3

Sam

Sam was at the Thatcher family's party again. A lot of young pack members were present including all the Thatcher brothers. Rick was sitting by the campfire with his best friend. They were attached at the hip, spending every minute of the day together. Sam wished he had a friend like that. The sight of them together made him envious. The way they easily laughed, joked around and played. Sam sat at a distance with his sketchbook, drawing the scene by the campfire. Drawing was his escape. A way to forget about the shitty life he had. He couldn't say he was good at it but he loved what he created. He paid extra attention to perfecting Rick's back as he drew the scene in front of him. Rick and his group were playing tHatrick and dare. A game that the older kids loved to play. Sam didn't get it. The things dared to them had no purpose other than to embarrass the person in question.

Sam looked at his drawing and smiled with satisfaction. He walked towards Rick's group, heart thumping with nervousness but he needed to make the first move if wanted to make friends. They were far older than Sam but that didn't mean they couldn't be friends. He wanted to be friends with Rick for two years now. Like badly.

"Rick," Sam called.

Rick was laughing at something, he didn't listen to Sam.

"Rick," he called again but the chatter of the people around him was way too loud for Rick to hear Sam.

Sam touched Rick's shoulder and Rick snapped his head around, his eyes fell on Sam only a second before he looked around for something, his eyes roaming the empty air.

"Did you feel something?" Rick asked his friend.

"What?" the friend asked, shaking his head.

"Rick, hi," Sam mewled.

Rick's eyes fell on Sam again, this time staying on him as his brows furrowed. "Hi," he said unsurely. "What are you doing here? Where are your parents?" he asked, looking around to locate them.

"I am alone."

"Oh," Rick said, looking more confused. "You shouldn't be out of the house at this hour, Kid."

Sam pouted. "I am not a kid."

"Uh...okay. What's your father's name?" Rick asked.

Sam didn't know why Rick was acting like a concerned Pack elder. He had enough of them. When they saw Sam spending time at the park, around school, or lurking around the forest, they looked at Sam the same way Rick was looking at him. They would stop him and ask him all sorts of questions. Show concern for his well-being. But it never amounted to anything except beatings from his mother when one of those elders showed up in his house.

"I wanted to show you this," Sam said, giving Rick the torn sheet with the Sketch of him sitting with his friends by the campfire. Although, Rick was the main focus of the whole drawing.

"Aww..." Rick's best friend said from his side. "That's a cute drawing."

'He made you look like Superman,' the guy whispered jokingly in Rick's ears.

Rick slapped his shoulder, hiding the smile. "I should have mentioned kids are not invited. It's not safe, they are serving alcohol."

Sam felt a niggle of disappointment that Rick failed to acknowledge his art. But then no one appreciated anything he did...why should Rick be any different?

"It's okay, I won't drink alcohol," Sam said.

Rick's best friend busted out laughing, a hand on his mouth in a pathetic attempt at hiding it.

"Hey," Rick pulled away from Nathan and sat in front of Sam on his toes. Sam looked at Rick in awe, at the way he towered over him even sitting down.

"Where do you live?" Rick asked, looking concerned.

"I belong to your pack."

"I know that. I can smell that. But where is your house? Do you know the coordinates?"

Sam nodded in understanding. The Savasci Pack spread across a huge land. As big as an entire town. Sam wished he could tell Rick the exact location but he didn't know it. He knew the straight path, the path he took every day.

"That way," Sam showed him with his finger.

"Come back, Rick. Kim is just going to kiss Sandra. You have got to watch this," his friend called.

Sam glared at him, hoping him to shut up.

"Did you come here on your own?" Rick asked.

Sam nodded.

The frown on Rick's face deepened. "You shouldn't roam around without an adult. It's not safe for a small pup like you. Do you want me to drop you home?"

Sam bit his lips, his throat tightening with tears.

"Don't cry," Rick cooed. "Did I say something wrong?"

"I don't want to go home?"

"Why?"

"I want to stay here with you," Sam snickered, wiping a lone tear off his face with the back of his t-shirt sleeve.

"Your admirer is cute," his friend said, ruffling Sam's hair. He must have walked to him while Rick and he were talking. Sam pushed his hand away, gritting his teeth in anger.

"Do you have your mom's phone number? She could come pick you," Rick said, ignoring his friend.

"No. Please!" Sam yelped. If his mom found out he wasn't in his room, she would invent a way to punish him in the most painful way possible.

"I can't let you go home on your own. It's 1 AM. Rogues are always lurking around the Pack borders."

"I will be fine," Sam said.

"No. That's not going to work. Stay here, I will bring my Motorcycle. I will drop you home."

Rick turned around and sprinted towards his house.

Sam stayed put for a total of ten seconds before panic took him over. He couldn't let Rick take him home. It would be a disaster. He turned around and ran towards the forest, away from the party. He threw his sketch pad in the woods in a fit of anger then made his way back to his prison of a house.

He climbed through the back and got inside his room. Thankfully his mother was fast asleep, considering she had drunk a few bottles of alcohol that evening.

Sam went to his bed, threw his blanket over his head, and dreamt of Rick's concerned blue eyes. For him. He was concerned for him.