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I shut the door as silently as I could and locked it back behind me. I really didn't want to get another rant from my parents about waking them up at 4 A.M. again.

“Your home late."

“Whoa!" I exclaimed when I heard dads voice quietly yell from the living room.

“Yeah, sorry dad,, I was driving around town and I guess I lost track of time" I told him as I walked into the living room, where I saw a gray wolf sitting in the recliner and watching T.V. with an open beer can in his paw.

Most people would get pretty confused if they saw me calling him dad since he's a completely different species. You see, my real dad was killed in Iraq and my mom was in a fatal car accident a few days later. I was 5 when they were taken from me and, like any little kid that just lost his parents, it broke me. A family friend of ours, a wolf named Chris, adopted me and he and his wife Kelsey took my parents place and raised me like their own son.

“Now tell me Buck, what were you really doing out so late?"

“Like I said, I was driving and lost track of time."

“Mmmhhhmm…sure you were" He said, unconvinced, before taking a swig of his beer. “I'll ask again, where were you?"

“…That's classified information."

“You were out with that girl again, weren't you?"

'How does he always know?'

“What girl?"

“You can't play dumb with me Buck, I already know. You aren't wearing your jacket, which tells me that you gave it to her since its so cold out, and those little red strands of fur on your shirt reinforce my assumption." He explained with a toothy grin adorning his muzzle.

“…Alright fine, you figured me out" I sighed.

“I can understand you trying to hide it from Kelsey, but from me. I've been down that road bud. Me and her used to sneak off late at night and head over to the pond where we-"

“Stop, I know your mindset, I really don't want to hear" I interrupted him to avoid being scarred for life at his tendency to overelaborate on certain subjects. I don't think he was born with the part of his brain that tells him what is and isn't appropriate to tell people.

“Are you sure, it's a very exciting story" He said, putting emphasis on the word 'exciting'.

“You're a sick man." He shrugged and reached down to the mini-fridge he kept beside his chair and pulled out another beer, then gestured to ask if I wanted it. I held out my hand and he tossed it over. I caught the beer and pushed in the top before raising it to my lips and letting the amber liquid make its way down my throat. Chris was pretty lax about alcohol and even let me have a few with him every once and awhile. The only rule I have about them is to not get drunk or caught, the latter being jail time and former being a beating.

“You got the taste for it yet?" He asked after I took my first drink and set on the table next to me.

“…Nope, still tastes like piss."

“It always tastes like piss boy."

“But for some reason we still drink it."

“That would be because were just a pair of idiots." We shared a laugh and relaxed back in the furniture while listening to the news castor on the T.V. say something about…I don't know I wasn't paying attention.

“So how was training?"

“Terrible, they gave me a new batch of recruits that don't know their ass from their elbow." He took another sip of his drink, “I just wish that I could, at least once, get recruits that were as easy to train as you were."

“What do ya mean?"

“You were a quick learner, and you were smart enough to be able to follow a simple instruction. We put them in the training course and gave em' weapons, and they were shooting their own teams. I'm telling ya, these boys have the collective IQ of a sponge and the attention span of a hamster on crack. Half of em' can't properly clean a weapon and their hit ratio on the firing range is just embarrassing." He finished his rant and fell back into the chair with an exhausted sigh.

“Sorry to hear that dad…but if I know anyone that can turn them into soldiers. its you." I saw his angered frown turn into a small smile.

“Thanks son…they shouldn't be too hard to train, trained you didn't I?"

“Screw you dad" I laughed and chugged down the rest of the beer and tossing it into the trashcan next to his chair.

“Did ya have fun shooting with Sam?"

“Yeah, me and him tied with a perfect round, again, and we brought a few friends that can't hit the broadside of a barn from the inside at point-blank range." I got up from the couch and made my way over to him. “I'd love to stay up and talk with ya a little longer, but I gotta go to bed. Night dad" I patted his shoulder and walked towards the hall.

“Night boy" he replied after I crossed over from carpet to hardwood floor of the hall and walked into my room, closing it tightly behind me.

“Time to get some shut-eye, gotta big day in the morning." I shook off my boots and changed into my sleep-wear, which consisted of only a pair of basketball shorts, before collapsing onto my bed and falling into unconsciousness as soon as my head hit the pillow.