Hello guys! I'm going back with the 3rd chapter. Have fun.
While Kodi was guarding Daniel, Dusty decided to talk to her father. Dusty went to a side street near the building where the dogs lived. As always, her father was lying on the chests. Husky came closer and started talking "Dad, the last time Kodi brought some kid to our building ... and said that the kid understands what we're saying ..."
"Interesting ... keep going" Father demanded.
"I asked him why he did not want to let him go ... Kodi told me he knew him and that this kid was injured in his leg, and besides, he had a big backpack with him, I think he came from a distance. I'm worried about Kodi because he gives half of his food to this kid." Dusty sayed.
"It's not good that he give his food ... I'll come in the evening and bring something for this kid. Just tell me, daughter, does this boy have blond hair?" Steele asked.
"That's nice of you, Dad. And so does he have blond hair ... from where did you know?" Dusty asked curiously.
"It does not matter, if you find out something else, tell me. See you daughter." Steele said goodbye to Dusty and got up and go away.
Dusty felt strange after this conversation, but she loved her father and would do anything for him. She spent the rest of the day alone.
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It was evening, all the dogs were already in the building and rested after a whole day. The building was quite dark, the only light coming out of the stove and the oil lamp that stood in the middle of the room.
Dusty's father fulfilled his promise and got food for Daniel.
Conversations in the building were interrupted when the door opened, a cold wind blew from outside and after a while you could hear the clatter of claws on the floor.
The dog stopped, only his paws were visible. "Well, well, what did I hope to see you again ... old friend, maybe I should talk to you differently?" Steele emerged from the shadows.
"Do not you dare say that!" Daniel shouted.
"What's wrong ... son?" Steele replied with a malicious smile on his face.
A dull silence came. Daniel covered his face with his hand from embarrassment. "It's starting again."
"Perhaps you would even say hello to your father?" Steele continued to tease Daniel.
"Daniel, what is he talking about?" Kodi asked surprised.
"Balto did not tell you anything?" Steele realized he was my father. " Daniel said embarrassed.
"I did not invent anything! I have it written here!" Steele pulled a card from behind the collar. "Do you see this?"
"Then tell me where your name is!" Daniel replied.
"It's my surname!" Steele kept arguing.
"Yes and name but not your only your owner!" Daniel replied.
This is not a role! And you are my family anyway! "Steele replied nervously.
"Get out of here and leave me alone!" Daniel shouted.
"If you do not want me here, I will go, I will leave you a present." Steele removed the sausages from his neck and left them near the stove. "Goodbye son." Steele left the building.
"Daniel, what was he talking about?" Kodi asked.
"I thought Balto told you ... about a month before your birth, Steele kept me, kept me out of the house, and kept checking me in. Do you see that mark on my face?" Steele did this to me when I went to Balto ... I do not want this again.
"But where does he have this document?" Kodi asked.
Daniel took a deep breath. "Because when Steele ruled me ... we came back from a walk ... my grandmother was not there and a testament lay on the table near her chair ... she was dead already. it was not in town anymore ... so Steele decided that in this case he is my "father" "Daniel finished. Everyone was curious about what he said. Dusty was not sure what Daniel was saying.
"Kodi, I need to talk to your father because there will be problems with Steele, I know he will want to kidnap me again." Daniel told Kodi seriously.
"Okay ... I see that there is no other way, tomorrow we will go to my father." Kodi answered.
"Thank you Kodi." Daniel replied.
To be continued...
The theory that Dusty is the daughter of Steele was borrowed from Titanflame, I would like to thank him for allowing me to use this theory.
