Angels POV
My father let me understand that he expected me to hunt in his place the days when he did not himself. This is how the next years of my life went. When my father had been out drinking, I got up the next day to hunt in his place. When I got home he took my prey and handed it in the pack house as his own. The skins he still took and sold to have money to drink for. The better I became at hunting, the more often he had money to drink and the more often I had to hunt for him. I still had to help my mother at home in the house so I was tired when I got to bed. Over time, I found out how many things grew in the forests that one could eat. I let my mother have my breakfast, and then found food in the woods to eat, so we were both less hungry. It was around this time that I began t
