The First Of Many

The Last Hours of My Human Years

The cave that night upon returning had a chill that even the fire could not chase out but my dogs and I had to eat and survive the coming darkness so I built the the fire up and started on the rabbit and chicken and the water for the black coffee I so despised and soon everything was ready. As the way of my people as the food was cooling enough to be picked off the bones, a common treat for Molly and Trixy, between the wall of the cave and the fire where it was the warmest I made two simple pallets of blankets on the ground. One for Molly a rescue and loner her entire 16 years and the other for myself and Trixy who I had since she was just three weeks. in the the three years of having them Trixy had sleep in my arms building a unbreakable bond . By the time the pallets were made and the coffee fixed it was time to divide the meat making sure I put enough back for the morning meal of meat and bread and coffee the two normal meals that made up my diet and soon as enough every thing was ready and stored and we had eaten out fill. The coffee was more for the warmth to protect from the cold of the night and in the morning it would be to increase my alertness and the weapons were with in easy reach. The fire had been backed just so with enough wood to last to the early hours or the night and easy to restart then ensuring a warm start and breakfast as the sun rose. Little did I know that by morning everything would be different.

For the past six months Alpha had me living this way as the final steps to prepare me for the role. I wonder how he was was his health. His way was harsh but yet he was still the only father I knew. I dozed and fell into a dream of he and talking a