Prologue:
"Daddy? Why do the other kids always pick on me?" I looked up at my father with and innocent childish look on my face. I was only nine years old.
The other children were always picking on me but only when I was alone. They called ma stupid half-breed. I didn't know what it meant.
I was nearly always with my father. Not because I wanted to be though, but because I knew they'd never dare say those things in front of the youngest son of the leader of the demon wolf tribe. My father. I loved him but… Him and my uncle often had to go away for work. My uncle would soon be the leader of the wolf demon tribe, so they were always busy.
I missed my mother too, I hadn't seen her in nearly a year. I remembered the last time she came to visit us in the northern mountains. The children weren't scared of her like they were my father though… well at first but she quickly sent the running with a flash of her cobalt blue eyes when she heard what they'd been calling me. They quickly learnt to fear the black dog demon that was my mother.
Sighing my father looked down at me with smirk on his face. He bent down to my height on his knees and whipped my tears away with his clawed hands. "You want to know why, Akemi? It's because they're jealous." He told me.
"J… jealous? What's that?" I asked curiously, tilting my head to the side a bit like a confused dog. My father had laughed at me once doing that and when I'd asked him why he told me that I looked so much like my mother when I did that. I did it more often from the on.
"Hmm… jealously happens when someone wants something that you have but they'll never have it. They're jealous of you." My father explained. "But what do I have that they'd want, Papa?" I whispered. "It's because you're special and their not and being special is a very good thing." He told me laughing lighly. I answered with nothing but a giant smile plastered on my childish face.