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Chapter 3

  

                           

Brandon

I wake up early the next morning before the sunrise to get the meat that will get the meat factory up and running. I look over at Misty for a second as she sleeps next to me. Everything I'm doing is for her and our pup. She may be okay with settling for some average life, but she deserves better. I know she loves me, but No matter what she says I still feel as if she deserves a better life than what I'm giving her. Even if I'm able to give her some rich fancy lifestyle, it still won't make up for the banishment that my doings have placed on her.

I get out of bed being careful not to wake her and get dressed, leaving the house to get the meat.

After making mistakes with the money and using most of it to get the building and the equipment for the factory, I'm not able to buy any meat from farmers who raise livestock for slather or from slaughterhouses. My pride won't allow me to call and ask my parents for more money. The gave me enough money the first time, but with the mistakes I've made with trying to get the meat factory up and running, I'm left a bit short now on money and me call for more money will only make me feel as if I fail to do what needed to be done. So over the past two years, I've been tracking the pattern of this large herd of wild cows and bulls. During this time of the year, they will be passing through to graze for a few days before moving on.

The restaurant owners are looking to buy a good quality steak that these cows and bulls will give. Me killing some of these cows and bulls for their meat will get the Factory up and running.

Once I get to where I'm going, I get out and walk to the back of the large delivery truck and slide the gate up, looking inside guessing how many large cows and bulls will fit inside. 

I strip down and place my clothes inside of the truck before shifting into my large dark grey wolf and take off tracking the herd that should be close by durn this time of the year.

Picking up on their scent, my wolf pushes forward welcoming the hunt. 

Old memories start to fill my head as I run, tracking the scent of the herd. Memories of how my father, Jason, and I would go out and hunt on our land and eat whatever animal we kill together, bonding as father, sons, and brothers, as a family. This guilt fills me knowing I've broken that family bond and I'll never get to do those things with them again. Knowing I've taken that away for my pup. He won't get to be apart of the pack that our forefathers have built from nothing. A pack that will love and protect him. I've taken all of that away.

As this guilt build up inside, my pace starts to slow down until I come to a complete stop. Feeling drained, feeling this guilt weighing down on me. I close my eyes and take in a breath letting the cool air fill my large wolf lungs, clearing my mind of these thoughts. I can't let this guilt I hold inside affect me right now. My only focus right now has to be my mate and pup. I have to get to this herd to provide for my family.

I take in one last breath as I open my eyes and take off again, tracking the scent of the herd.

Once I approach the edge of the tree line, I see the large herd of cows and bulls grazing. My dark grey wolf blends into the night as I scan over the herd, knowing some of the male bulls will try to protect the herd and could injure me if I'm not careful. I can't afford any injuries that will stop me from getting this meat that I need. 

After scanning over the large herd a few times, I quickly break through the tree lining. Before the herd realizes what's happening, I take down the first cow ripping out its throat. 

The herd starts to panic, running trying to get away from my large wolf as I move from cow to cow killing them. A few of the male bulls try to protect the herd, only to get their throats ripped out as well. 

Once I've killed enough, I shift back breathing heavily as I watch the rest of the large herd runoff. I reach up and wipe the blood away from my mouth, feeling it dripping from my chin and down my body.

I stand here for a second, silently thanking the goddess, knowing that all the hard work and planning I've been doing is starting to pay off and I'll be able to provide for my family.

I walk over to the first dead cow and extend my sharp black claws, slicing open its stomach pulling out the inside that I have no need for, before moving to the others doing the same. 

I look over into the distance, seeing the sun is starting to rise. I let out a small sigh, feeling that everything is finally coming together. I reach down and grab the front legs of two of the cows and start to drag their large carcasses to where I left the truck.

After loading all the cows and bulls into the truck, I clean the blood from my body and get dressed and head back to the factory.

Once I get back to the factory, I take all of the cows and bull and store them into the large freezer room. The workers will be here tomorrow to start skinning, cleaning, cutting, and packaging the meat to be sold to stores and restaurants.

I head back to the house going into the living room where Misty is sitting on the couch reading a book next to our sleeping pup. She looks over at me with a smile as I walk into the room. 

"How did things go?" She asks as I walk over taking a seat next to her.

"I got the meat," I tell her as I look over placing my hand on Brice back as he takes his evening nap. I watch him, feeling his body slightly move as he breathes in and out. At times it's still hard to believe that I'm a father.

"I want to talk to you about letting Brice join a Daycare Center." She says causing me to frown.

"Why?" I ask frowning over at her, hearing her talk about Brice going to some human daycare.

"He needs to be around other kids his age. And him being in daycare will give me some free time to maybe get a job and help out with things," she says causing my frown to deepen.

"It's not your job to try to provide. It's your job as a mother to look after our pup, not to dump him into some human daycare." I'm taking care of providing for us. She doesn't need to be concerned with helping to provide. As a female, her job is looking after our pup when I'm not around to help her do so.

She frowns over at me. "I'm not just dumping him into some human daycare, I'm trying to do what's best for him. We're not pack wolves anymore Brandon, you have to stop living like one. You have to learn to trust and walk with the human and have a new life with friends as you once did with your pack." 

I frown looking away over at Brice laying next to me "I don't want or need these humans as friends." Pack life is all I know. Wolves are all I know and that's all I know how to be. I don't fit into the human world. I can't be what I am around them. 

"You can't expect that of me as well. I don't have a pack anymore, I'll have to have a life here with the humans and so will Brice. Brice doesn't have other pups around so that daycare will be good for him." She says.

I feel my wolf push forward not liking the thought of leaving our pup with some strangers in a daycare. My natural instinct to protect my pup kicks in and I don't fight against what I'm feeling. I stand up from the couch, looking down at Brice as he sleeps. "He's just a pup. I don't trust to leave him in some daycare with some clueless humans who know nothing." I'm not just going to leave him with some people I've never seen a day in my life. Maybe that's something humans do, but not wolves. I'm not just going to dump my pup off onto some people we know nothing about. I don't see how she's okay with just dumping him into some random human daycare. She may have more experience with humans and understands the human world better than me, but I'm sure her wolf isn't okay with this.

"Brice needs to be around-"

"We're not dumping him onto some humans!" A low growl vibrant my chest. I'm not like her. I can't just forget everything I've ever been taught. I can't just easily change who I am to fit into this human world.

I frown over at her for a second longer before walking away, leaving out the house to go for a run, not wanting to talk about this anymore.

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Cleona Dillavou
for good quality meats you don't use young or old bulls.
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