The guardian and his last chance. Realization

The crackling of the fire, echo in my mind. The scent of burning redwood tickles my nose. I am staring in the dancing flames. Over them are my dinner. For today is my dinner the last of the hare I caught. I have no spice or salt to flavor the meat, but that I don´t care about. Because I am hungry. The howling of the wind brush against the giant redwood trees. It made me look around. Nobody can be too sure. I sharpened my senses, to be sure that there are no threat. I could not smell any weird scents or hear any odd things. I was just over cautious. But I would not had survived so long I have, if I didn´t was. But what do I fear, you ask? I have nothing to fear. Because I belong to the strongest kin that ever walked the earth. When the thought hit me, my neutral smile turned sour. It is not belonging but belonged. There are no more of us, anymore. In battle we died long ago, turning me to be the last of my kin. My heart ache by these memories. The scent of the hare meat, make these memories to take flight. And making my stomach growl in hunger. I stretch out my arm and tear the meat from the stick, I had used to cook with.  I know the meat are hot. But I can´t feel it. That too is because of my bloodline. My kin are resistant against drastic colds and scorching heat. Even by nonhuman standards we were too strong and powerful. When I say nonhuman, I mean form-shifters, like Lycan or werewolf, demons and vampires. Those are juste legend and myth, right? Nah, they are true. All legends and myths are true. Monsters and beasts are living side by side with humans. Some in peace. I took a first bite of the meat. The meat was almost raw. If I could care, I eat what I can when I can. For the most times nonhumans are looking down on the weaker breed, humans. And those treat humans as slaves or cattle. With the thinking that they are stonger so they have the right to rule this world. The thing is they don´t have the right. I licked my fingers clean, starring in to the flames. Humans are innocent and ignorant. That can be bliss. I lean back so I hit the tree trunk. The back of my head leaning against the rough bark of the redwood tree. My eyes staring at the evening sky. No cloud on it, the stars shine bright. A smile creeped up on my lips. I have always liked the stars. The thing with the humans is, they are not weak. They are, but they will fight to the death for their freedom and lives. I could feel how my eyes got heavy. Heck, I have even fought alongside with them, many times. Soon I drifted off in to a dreamless sleep.   A sound made me wide awake. More truthfully the lack of sound. The crickets and the few night active birds have gone silent. Slow I rose up. As I put on more firewood, to waking the red and dying embers, all night  activities have stilled. Soon enough the fire blast with life again. My instincts spoke, I am no longer alone here. My enhanced sight, with eyes mad to see in all kind of ligts, don´t find any threats. But my ears located the beating of four heart. The beat are steady, a little bit fast. Over the scent of burning wood, i could smell a another. The scent was a wild one. It clearly spoke to me. Wolfs, no ordinary wolfs at that, Werewolfs. My mouth twisted a bit, becouse I could tell they are folk less. That´s what my kin call the wolf rouges. To tell the truth it is what we call all nonhumans that don´t have a place to call home. It is even what we call the human kind to. But for my kin it is wanderer. That’s what I am. And have been since that nightmarish day, so long ago. I sat down my right knee in the dirt. I picked up the slightly burned stick, and stirred the fire a bit with my left hand. As my right hand griped my axe. The handle is hard, but smooth to the touch. The wood came from a large and old ash in my village. I could hear my father’s words in mind “We don´t start a fight, but we will gladly end it in blood if we must.” A wolf came rushing in and jumped over the fire. I stepped easily out of danger to the left. "Becouse of our kind´s humanlike scent, son. They will  misstakes." They think that I am a weak human, I know. That thought made me smile, as my body started to heat up. One other came for my back but I easily ducked. And the wolf landed with a whine in the fire, making it spread. “We don´t attack if we don´t get attacked first.” My father’s voice echo from the past. I am under attack, indeed I was. A fiery feeling hit me, as my skin cracked and hardened under my loose shirt and jacket. Now I can wage battle, becouse my armor is formed. I danced around the fire, stepping out of reach and ducking under the wolfs. Nobody can call me stupid as I study my foes. I am a warrior as my father, his father before him and so on was. One time these wolfs had been warriors for a pack. That was known by the way they fought together. No ordinary rouges would fight this coordinated. I was not a foe they could beast easily. Because I have fought many battles and in many wars since the death of my kin. A gray furred wolf came for me, I stepped in and swung my axe. It hit the beast between his eyes with a smack. A wet smack. His death was instant. This was my victory, i started to grin. In the state of chock of losing one of themselves to what they asumed was a human, I rushed over and hit one black wolf over the neck with the crescent blade of the axe. My strength combined with the sharpness of my weapon, cleaved its neck. The sound that came was like a plop. Like opening a wine bottle cork. To night I will pay tribute to our mother, in blood.