Forever Yours

Age 9

Samuel

"More." Her voice were harsh yet soft.

"Mama." I called to her only for her to glare at me with soft eyes. How does she even do that?

"Seff if you can't handle then..."

"No I can." I wanted to show her that I am not a boy, that I am growing up. I wanted to be the kind of man that people dreamed off. The kind that will protect especially her.

I have seen my pack members, how they glared, snicker and taunt her every time they see her. It was heart breaking to know the only person she would talk to, is me. And yet she made it look like it never phase her one bit. But I know deep down it did bother her even if she never showed it.

She didn't mind that though. She often says I am all she needs.

Every once in a while I would catch her talking to the animals. She had told me they are great listeners and I should try it to.

Course when I did try I felt ridiculous. But the more I continued to talk to them, the more it seems like they understood what I was saying.

My hands did some imaginary boxing as I panted. I had few scrapes and bruises but Mama made sure I wasn't hurt too bad.

I have been here over at her house numerous of time. I like it here. She would bake me cookies cook me all my favorite foods, read me stories at bed time. Most of them about the wolves how they were like back then. I don't know if those stories are fairy tales but I like to believe they are true. My favorite character was an old man, the Alpha's grandfather.  I would've chosen Alpha Braydon but he was an idiot to choose his mate over the teacher. Clearly the teacher had liked him too but for an Alpha he sure wasn't bright but he was funny.

I would never do it. I do not want a mate. I don't care about this mate bond, I make my own fate and I decided my own future not because the gods chose it for us. Who do they think they are to even do such thing.

It makes me wish that the packs were like them mingling with humans but now we seldom mingle with them. Not a single human are allowed to step unto our land but that doesn't mean we do not go to the human town because we do when the occasion calls for it.

Other than those stories which I grew fond of she also teaches me how to defend my self and how to carry myself in a proper way.

For a human she sure knows a lot about punches and defending. Also she had taught me how to used a sword or things you can see around the house.

She said being resourceful is a must. We may not always have our hands and feet so we have to make due with the things around is.

Other than that, she had told me that if anything avoid needless confrontations.

In all honesty though she was a hard teacher. Not once had she went easy on me.

She had said once if can hit her on her head with a stick then she will graduate me moving on to the next level.

Unfortunately she knew before I even approached her.

"Seff. Use your form that I have taught you. Your sides are wide open." Holding up my hand she had swiftly tried to hit me, thankfully I was able to block her.

This has been going on for two years now. I am nine years old. While the other pups are out going to movies, hanging or playing with dolls courtesy of my younger sister, I am here training with Mama Amy.

It was my idea after all. I wanted to be the best, I wanted to protect but most of all I wanted to grow up to be the man she'll be proud of. I don't mind if I am not doing what other kids should be doing. Hell no. I rather be with her.

And every once in a while she'd take me on an excursion which is fun. I learned a lot of things from her. Things you don't learn in school.

She had once told me she was a teacher so I suggested that she teach at our school.

However she refuse. I get the feeling the reason is because it is a wolf school and she isn't popular with all of the adults.

Sometimes I would growl at them for their snide remarks. I have heard their remarks, calling her a monster, a demon even. I don't know why though because she is anything but. Is it because she is human?

Even the kids there called her names. I literally had to fight them all. While being the future Alpha, even if I didn't have my wolf yet I hated the disrespect.

When I stood up to them for calling her names, I had beat them all up. Until their parents came telling me on my father.

Course in front of them he scolded me but behind closed doors he had given my a high five saying that's my boy. I guess he was impressed when I had taken four boys at once at the same time.

But when I had seen Mama Amy that day she grew furious. After all I may have fought but I ended up with a few cuts bruises.

When I told her the reason that I didn't like the things they were saying about her she only smiled and said, "Seff...you cannot change people's opinion about other people. It is their right to think what they think. I however do not condone your behavior and this will not happened again." Disappointment evident in her eyes.

All I did was nodded but the next time it happened I choose not to tell her. The fights were always about her and I will not tolerate them also disrespecting my mama. No way in hell.

Mama Amy can never be any of those things that the adults had called her. They just don't know her like I do. So I spend all my time and day with her.

Falling over I blinked up at her. The sun overcasting her face until she knelt down before me, "Are you okay Seff?" She picked me up dusting the dust around me.

"Don't go easy on me?" I know she goes easy on me. She was always scared if she would hurt me.

Patting my head, "You my child are a brave boy, you know that, right Seff?"

That's the thing about her, only her calls me Seff. I only allow her to call me that. For some strange reason it feels right. The rest calls me either Samuel or Sam.  I would never allow for anyone to call me Seff of which it solely belongs to her.

Is it wrong of me though to feel like this towards her? I know some kids like older woman but she is like a mother to me.

When I am 18, she'll be what? "Um..just out of curiosity how old are you?"

True I don't even know her age or much about her just her name, "My, my, just know I am old enough to be your grandmother." A smiled played on her red lips. "Now come, I hear your tummy rumbling. You must be hungry."

Smiling I took hold of her hand. Her hand was a lot bigger than mine and cold very cold. Like the very first time I had held her hand it is just icy cold. But once I am much bigger I'll be the one holding her hand and keeping it warm instead.

"Mama Amy."

"Yes Seff."

"I love you."

She smiled at me like you would do when a child says they love you, "And I love you too. Now come I have cook chicken curry."

Did I forget to mention she is a wonderful cook. All her meals are fresh. I have seen her hunting for animals and harvesting fruits. Strangely though I haven't seen her bring a gun or a bow and arrow at least. As i recall she just hunts with her bare hands.

"Yumm."

"And for dessert an apple pie."

I was now drooling and couldn't wait to dig in.

Heading back to her house the sun was now setting.