My Life as a Wolf

Hi, my name is Kiba Snowpaw. I am a 24-year-old snow wolf living in a city called Skibby with my dad and my younger brother. Our house is spacious with two floors; my room is on the top floor next to my brother's, while my dad's room is downstairs near the living room. I work as a security guard for a living. My younger brother, who is 13 years old, attends school, while my dad works as an IT admin and website maker. He's rarely home, so it's my responsibility to take care of my younger brother, a task I don't particularly enjoy but must do.

Every night, I go to work while my brother, old enough to take care of himself, stays at home. I return every morning to send him off to school before I go to bed.

One Monday evening, around 8:00 PM, I sat at my computer when I heard my brother call, "Brother." Turning around, I saw him standing in the doorway, looking troubled.

"What do you want?" I asked.

"Do you have time?" he responded hesitantly.

"That depends on what you want," I replied, my curiosity piqued.

"I just want to talk," he said, looking down at his feet.

"About what?" I asked, sensing his distress.

"I have a problem at school," he admitted, eyes filling with tears.

Concerned, I pressed further. "What's the problem?"

He hesitated before finally saying, "They're bullying me, and I can't stand it anymore."

I stood up, walked over to him, and embraced him tightly. "I'm sorry to hear that. Is there anything I can do for you?"

"Can you stay with me tonight?" he pleaded, his voice trembling.

"I can't. I have a job to take care of," I replied, my heart aching for him. He didn't let go, and I knew I had to do something.

Then, an idea struck me. "How about I take you to work with me tonight, and I'll call in sick for you tomorrow so you don't have to go to school? What do you think?" I suggested.

"Really? Do you really mean it?" he asked, his eyes wide with hope.

"Yes, I mean it," I assured him.

"Yay!" he exclaimed, his face lighting up as he hugged me tightly. "But only on one condition: you have to do everything I say," I added, trying to maintain some semblance of control.

"Sure," he agreed, nodding enthusiastically.

"Okay, then go to your room and get some warm clothes while I go downstairs and make us a lunch pack," I instructed.

"Okay," he said, darting out of the room to gather his things. I smiled, relieved to see him happier, and went downstairs to the kitchen. Once there, I made two lunch packs, one for him and one for me.

About 10 minutes later, he came running down the stairs, dressed in warm clothes, and announced, "I'm ready."

I handed him his lunch pack and said, "Wait here while I go upstairs to get my stuff." I returned to my room, put on my security guard uniform, grabbed my backpack, and went back downstairs. When I reached the bottom of the stairs, I saw my younger brother standing by the front door, anticipation shining in his eyes.

"All set?" I asked, smiling at his excitement.

"Yep!" he replied, grinning from ear to ear.

Together, we walked out the door and into the night, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead. Little did I know that this decision would change our lives forever and bring us closer than ever before. As we embarked on this adventure, I realized that sometimes, the best way to help someone is simply by being there for them and sharing their burdens, even if only for a little while.