Buck Knife
Chapter 3: I found what I'm missing.
No pov

Two weeks after meeting Shelby.

Beep beep beep

Buck's deep blue eyes opened and he sat up. Very unhappy. Looking at his alarm clock he saw that was woken three hours earlier than he usually does.

'It's Saturday. Nobody should wake up at 6:45!'

Buck walked outside in his Budweiser pj pants and a black tank top. Looking around and seeing nothing. He could faintly hear laughter, trucks idling, and thuds of bodies.

'This is not making my mood any better.'

Buck went inside and took a M1911 in his hand and climbed a tree and looked into the forest in his back yard. He saw men with hunting gear and trucks.

Elsewhere

"Man I'm telling you. The land is vacant. The old hag died a few weeks ago. We are in the clear. I'm sure these wolves will make a hefty profit for us."

The other men laughed and cheered. There were only 4.

'Profit? In my forest? Not a chance.'

Buck snuck around them and came up behind a man with his back turned. He lunged and put him in a head lock and shoved the barrel of his .45 in his mouth.

"Hi. I'm that old hags son. I'm that old hag's son and I'm completely out of my mind. And you're on my property."

The man was shaking in fear and his teeth were chattering on the slide of his .45.

"Hey! You get your shit and leave! These wolves belong to me! Understand!?"

The other men looked at Buck and the started to laugh.

"A runt like you? Threaten us? What a joke!"

Buck smirked and pulled the hammer back on his weapon.

"Try me. Now I'm gonna give you one last chance. Leave the bodies and get out or I'll make you pay."

One of the men reached for his rifle and was interrupted by a bullet meeting his arm.

"I'm not fucking joking. You assholes woke me up and now I'm pissed off. So leave."

They all rushed him and buck threw the man he held onto.

He shot one in the shoulder and another in the arm. One tried to punch him, but Buck interlocked his arm with his and hyperextended his elbow and dislocated his shoulder.

The man who had Buck's gun in his mouth just sat there and didn't move.

"I suggest you pick up your friends and go. Before I change my mind."

The man jumped up and threw his friends into the truck and sped off.

Buck's pov

'Not the way to start a Saturday morning.'

Yip! Yip!

I turned to the sound of the yips and it was coming from the pile of Wolf bodies. I walked over to see what it was and I saw a pup. Only about a week or two old. Trying to get milk from her mother.

"Oh boy. Come with me little one. I'll take you somewhere safe."

The pup only snugged into my arms and yawned. She's getting nice and cozy.

I walked gently and made sure I didn't shake the pup.

With Shelby

I am so stressed I could just scream. I work at an animal shelter and I am a natural at it. My boss is just so cruel to us.

"Shelby, you have a call in line 2."

I picked up the phone and to my surprise.

'Shelby? It's me. When you get off work can you come over? I have a surprise for you.'

"Sure Bucky."

'Hey. Is it possible to bottle feed newborn pups?'

"Yes."

'Ok. See you soon.'

Three hours later.
Buck's pov

"Hush little one. I'll take care of you."

The pup yelped and cried. Trying to escape my arms. I have a bottle of warm milk and a blanket.

I heard the sound of a car pulling in and a knock on the door.

"Come in. It's unlocked."

I saw Shelby come in and she looked at the ball of fuzz in my arms and squealed in excitement.

"Bucky! Where did you find her?"

"I don't think you want to know. But I need help to keep her healthy. I need you to give her the shots, the care for a couple of days. I need to do a couple of things. Can you take care of her for me for a few days?"

Shelby just held the pup close between her breasts. (No. Not in that kind of way...sicko)

"I will. What's her name?"

"Kozia."

She smiled at me and left. I watched her drive away and when she was out of sight I went to the forest with a shovel and two sticks.

There are things that I had to do in the war, I killed people, tortured people, buried people, and rescued people. There are some things that will never change.

Ten bodies. Ten holes. I never wanted this. But there are things that can either make you human or a monster. I'm a creature stuck in the middle.