The doors to the pack house closes, the pack meeting will proceed as usual now that a new breeder is chosen and this is when reality begins to sink. I feel numb, my mind still wrapping around my new role as the men lead me to a black car. The doors are open, waiting to close me inside and whisk me away from the life I know but no one forces me into the vehicle. In moments Chris and Jack will be informed of my position, they will rush from whatever it is they are doing with the prodding eyes of their friends questions what is wrong before finding me where each Breeder waits for their final words with loved ones. Only a few minutes will be allotted to us and then I’ll be taken away where no one will be able to see me for the next twenty or so years.
Knowing Chris and his obsession wit time, they will be here in three.-
Two.
One.
Que a sobbing Chris.
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