He was actually very fit for a 7 year old, could out run all of his human friends long distance. There were one or two in his school that could beat him. She’d seen them present as a challenge to him and he didn’t like it, pushed himself hard to try and beat them, was very annoyed when he couldn’t, but those humans had pure track and field talent, likely to be some of the best in the world when they grew up. Even humans could excel at running.
Piper offered him a challenge in the hotel’s gym before hitting the slopes. It was Saturday, saw the boy huff at her in annoyance and burst out laughing “Awe, mummy can still beat you.” she teased him.
” One day, I’ll win and you know it.” he’d shot right back at her. ” No running, we are on holidays.” he’d stated, as though being here was his excuse not to run against her.
Piper laughed as did Harper inside her mind, she hugged the boy. “Well then, I guess, the last one down the slope is a slow poke then.” She threw out another challenge.
“Ha, I always beat you on the slopes.” Brandon grinned now and then ran off to get dressed for the day, yelling “You’re the slow poke mum.”
That was true, they had been snowboarding since he was 5, three times a year, in different places around the world. If her work took her overseas and it was the snow season, off they went, but his beating her down the slopes was not the reason he thought it was. She and Harper purposely hung back just in case he came unstuck and needed help.
They did not want to get to the bottom, only to realise that he had fallen and was injured and she’d left him up there alone and in pain. So yes, he always got to the bottom first. But she never told him that. He liked thinking he was the better boarder and that he had better skills than she did on the snow. To be honest, she liked his cheekiness out there as well, his cheeky words thrown at her “Your just not fast enough mum.” “to slow old woman.” and then there was that big grin he would get sometimes “you owe me waffles and ice cream.” she loved how happy he looked.
He was so very full of life all the time, Brandon could amaze her at times, sometimes she had no idea how he was so well adjusted and happy. She and Harper had definitely done a good job of keeping their pain hidden from him all this time, making sure he had all he needed but not to spoil him so much that he became a brat.
They hit the slopes as soon as the lifts were operating and went from one ski run to another all morning, actually had a really good time with him out there, tormenting him openly, catching up with him and making him think she was going to beat him right near the end of each run, saw that determination in him to win. He did love a challenge.
Played with him all morning, they were laughing a lot, she would tickle him and chase him between runs, just mucking around and having a good old family holiday. They ate lunch on the mountain at Rendezvous Lodge before heading down again to let Brandon hit the half pipe. She took lots of photos just like he had told her too, he was smiling and then grinning and laughing the whole time, so darn happy it was hard not to be happy herself.
They headed out into the town to do some shopping in the afternoon, all boarded out for the day, and ran into a couple of wolves. Piper sidestepped most of them, knowing that they wouldn’t scent her or know she was there, something she was completely used to, gotten used to it as she grown up.
Got run into by one, a large man who’d had his head down looking at his phone. He’d growled at her for the insult she guessed, he was an Alpha. She could scent it easily, heard Brandon snap at him “Look where you’re going jerkwad. You ran into us.”
Piper had shushed him and nodded to the man, who had looked right at her and then to the boy, angered by his worded insult, not something the man would have ever had thrown at him in all likelihood.
“Rude child,” he had murmured, and then turned to move on, thinking they were just human.
“At least I look where I am going you Jerk.” Brandon had yelled right at him as Piper had tugged him along down the path.
“Don’t say that Brandon, just let it go son.” She told him.
“Why? It was his fault,” he had muttered. He was not wrong on that account. That Alpha had been on his phone, likely using his wolfen senses to not run into people, his keen sense of smell picking up when those were close to him, but of course he could not scent her, she was invisible to them unless they were looking right at her.
“It’s fine, don’t worry about it, Brandon.” She’d encouraged him to let it go.
“Mum, people run into you all the time, and you always apologise to them. It’s not always your fault.”
“I know,” Piper nodded “I’m used to it, Brandon, it’s been like that my whole life. Don’t worry about it.”
“People should watch where they are going.” he muttered as they walked into a store, “It’s worse here.” he stated and shook his own head about it as they walked into a store. “And those big men, mum. It’s not like they can’t see you, just ignorant and rude all of them.”
Piper sighed, this was the first time he had come across wolves, en masse. There was no arguing with him about what he was noticing, it was also his point of view. He didn’t know those big bastards were all Alpha wolves and couldn’t smell her, though why they couldn’t see her? She had put it down to their sense of smell. Smell brought memories with it. And if one didn’t smell, one could not be recalled by scent. Or at least that was what she thought.
A part of Piper was wondering if his sudden outburst and agitation at these wolves was because he was alpha-blooded himself, and didn’t like the disrespect they were showing. “Go shop, come on, let’s buy something as a souvenir.”
She walked around behind him, while he looked at the things in the store, saw a woman coming right towards her, who was actually looking right at her. A little unusual could already scent the alpha blood in her. Internally sighed, that woman bumped right into her on purpose, really hard, and then gave her a bit of a shove, felt Harper’s anger rise and gritted her teeth. Yes, they could see her when they wanted to. ” Oh sorry, but I hate bitches,” the woman stated and she recognised the voice from the bar last night.
Pulled herself back to standing up properly and refrained from smacking the stupid wolf, though she could feel that Harper wanted to let her have it. Saw that she-wolf turn and look at her like she couldn’t do anything about it, only to hear her gasp in pain a second later and whip her head around, Piper also looked and found Brandon glaring right up at that she-wolf. “Don’t call my mum a b***h, you hoe.” he snapped at her.
Piper moved herself right between the woman and her son, as the woman and her wolf bristled at the insult. From the sound of it, Brandon had either hit or kicked the she-wolf unexpectedly.
Saw those eyes of hers glare right at Piper, glowing a little, trying to scare her off, she imagined, and a low growl issued from her, a warning that her wolf had indeed not liked the insult, even though they had started it.
Harper pushed forward instantly at the threat they were posing to Brandon, saw the she-wolf’s eyes go wide, and then try to smell her, Piper and Harper rolled their eyes at her, then Harper receded as they turned to Brandon. “Come on son.” she took his hand and walked away, right out of the store.
“Mum, you shouldn’t put up with that.” he muttered, up to her.
“Just let it go,” she sighed. “what did you do to her?”
“I kicked her good and proper, right in the shin.” heard the actual smile in his voice.
“Don’t be like that Brandon, there are enough nasty people in this world. Don’t be like one of them.”
“She was nasty first mum.”
“I know, don’t lower yourself to their level.”
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