Prologue 
Screams echoed down the hall as a woman with blond hair and a beautiful face was wheeled towards one of the vacant hospital rooms. Behind her pushing was, three nurses and a male which appeared to be her husband. He had dark brown hair and a rough look to his face. He wore a blue pinstripe suit holding his wife’s hand.
The women continued to scream as the man tried to calm her down. “Breath hun, breath.” He cringed when his wife squeezed his hand due to the labor pains she was having. She yelled at the top of her lungs. “Hurry and get this child out of me!”
She was rushed into the huge well lit room and gently put onto the soft bed they had ready. She continued to holler as the doctor rushed in. He looked at the women screaming and made sure she tried to relax. The first thing the doctor did was check to make sure that the child had the same blood type as the women’s.
The man in the pinstripe suit was by his wife’s side holding her hand as she squeezed his. “Breath darling, breath.” He said calmly watching the doctor with keen eyes. 
The women shook her head as she breathed heavily and looked at her husband. “What the hell do you think I’m doing?” She let out another yell as she began pushing o get her child out of her. Her eyes were shut tightly as tears streamed down her face in agonizing pain. “Hurry up doctor!” She bellowed.
The doctor put his two gloved hands under the head that was popping out and soon his eyes were slowly going wider and his mouth opened in awe as the child slowly began exiting its mother. The doctor was confused at what was going on. 
The husband looked at the doctor seeing his look of awe and shock, this caused panic to spread through his entire body. A few thoughts ran through his mind like what was going on and what’s happened?
With one last push the women pushed her child out of its nine month home into the arms of the doctor. She lay on the bed exhausted as the husband walked over to the doctor to see his new born child. “Well what is it?” The pinstriped suit man asked.
The doctor looked down at the child and cut the umbilical cord and motioned for the man to follow. The doctor had made sure to cover the child in a blanket before walking into a secluded room. 
The husband walked into the room staring at the doctor. “Ok show me my child this…” before he could finish the doctor showed the man his child. A faint yell and along with sounds of crying were in the room. 
The doctor came out and back into the operating room and bestowed the child into the mother’s arms. First she smiled then within a second of seeing her child it was turned to a sorrow filled face then crying.

Chapter 1
Zaka’s alarm rang early in the morning causing him to toss and turn underneath his warm cotton blankets. He slammed his hand down on the alarm shutting it off so he could continue his peaceful sleep. However it wasn’t in the cards for him because his mother knocked on the door. “Zaka get out of bed, its 11 am. You can’t be sleeping the whole day away.” 
He moaned and grunted. “Five more minutes mom.” He called back trying to sleep once again. His mother had a different idea. She walked into his room quietly and slowly made her way over to him. “Get up!” she shouted.
Zaka shot upright looking around franticly. “Who, what, where?” His heart was beating quickly in his chest causing him to breathe heavily. “Mom, honestly, why would you do that to me?” His mom just looked at him laughing. “You can sleep when you’re dead.” As she spoke she had left his bedroom.
Zaka shook his head and slowly crawled out of his warm comfortable bed. He stood up and stretched hearing his joints crack as he did so. Yawning loudly he went through his dresser pulling out his clothes for the day and as soon as he was dressed he walked into the bathroom and stared at his reflection in the mirror. 
A small tear ran down his face as he spoke to his reflection. “I’m just a freak with no friends.” Slowly he put his hood up concealing his facial features and walked down stairs to go get some breakfast.
He greeted his parents and grabbed a bagel and soon walked out of the huge mansion without another word. Before he could walk out of the mansion his father grabbed a hold of his shoulder stopping him and turned Zaka around staring into his Ocean blue eyes. “Son, remember, keep your hood….” Zaka didn’t let his father finish. “Yes I know, keep the hood on, don’t let people see your face, I know dad, I’m not an idiot…” 
Zaka turned away from his father walking through the door and slamming it behind him. Slowly he made his way towards the beach carrying his towel under his arm. He hoped that the beach wouldn’t be filled with people today. If it was, he would most likely go back during the evening but there tends to be sketchy people making out and having sex on the beach. This annoyed him greatly when he wanted to just relax and all he heard were moans.
As he reached the beach he frowned seeing that it was of course busy. Slowly turning around he headed off towards the park. Right now he simply wanted to be alone with his thoughts. He would have stayed at the beach but with his appearance, there would be utter chaos. So instead the park was his second choice of a place to be on a weekend. 
Before he could even reach the park he was walking through the city and pulled back into an alleyway. His mouth was covered with a sweaty meaty hand. When he heard the voice that spoke shivers shot up his spine because he knew who it was.
It was his bully Grey Freem. Zaka says it’s his bully because Grey only bullies Zaka for his appearance and no one else. Not even people smaller than he was. 
Zaka was forcefully turned around and was now looking at the chubby face of Grey’ He saw the ugly red dots of acne all over Grey’s face. Zaka had to force himself not to puke from this dreadful sight. Worst of all Zaka had to hold his breath when grey spoke because it smelled like canned spam and onions with a hint of dill pickle. “Hey look what I caught, a freak on the street.” Grey chuckled.
“Grey just leave me alone alright, I am in no mood for this.” Zaka explained, annoyed that Grey was basically stalking him. No one ever stood up to Grey because of fear that Grey’s father who is a military man would back up his son and not believe anyone else.
“How about no you animal. You should be caged up for what you look like.” Grey said with a tone of disgust. 
Zaka managed to push off Grey and out of his meaty paws. “If you so much as try to touch me again I’m going to break your arm in three places.” Zaka threatened making sure that within this little scuffle his hood had not fallen. 
Grey was just laughing his head off. “Haha you think you can hurt me? Now that is funny. You know if you touch me or try I will get my father involved and then he will talk to your parents and then you get sent to prison or a pound.” Grey really found this truly funny because for him it was a win-win situation.
Zaka just kept his gaze fixed on Grey. If Grey so much as tried and grabbed Zaka’s arm, Grey’s arm would no longer look the same as it did before. Zaka tried to back up and find the way out of the ally but when he backed up he felt the hard brick wall. He had been spun around and now Grey was standing between him and his way out. 
Zaka was annoyed. He had to get out of here before anything sever or bad happened to him that might cost him greatly from a black eye to a bloody nose or worse. “Grey I understand your mother left you, I know you feel insecure about how you look and lastly I know you feel powerful because your dad is big and strong but you have nothing. No friends, no nothing. You are a pathetic piece of crap now get the hell out of my way!” 
Grey moved closer to Zaka chuckling. Zaka could see when every time that Grey laughed his cheeks jiggled which made Zaka laugh inside. Closer and closer grey was getting. Soon he reached to grab Zaka’s hood but Zaka quickly grabbed a hold of Grey’s arm, dipped underneath it and putting it an awkward position causing Grey to cry out in pain and fall to his knees. 
Zaka stood over Grey holding his arm still. “I told you to leave but no. Now I’m going to teach you a lesson.” However, before Zaka could break Grey’s arm he was yanked away and thrown into the wall. His vision went black for a brief moment from the contact. He looked from under his hood and saw that Grey’s father was there. Zaka was now truly worried. This was not going to end well for him.
After Grey’s father had helped his son up he walked over to Zaka and pinned him to the wall. “Too cowardly to show your face, maggot. You bullying my son and you won’t show your face?!” He yelled. Zaka tried to wriggle free from the man’s sweaty, meaty palms but with no success. “Well you going to answer me or am I going to have to do it myself?!” Zaka remained silent. 
The big military man stared at Zaka with a look of disgust. “Fine, I’ll do it myself.” He sneered. Zaka was powerless, he could do nothing. All he could was watch as the man’s hand grabbed his hood and yanked it down.

Chapter 2
The big burly military let go of Zaka, almost stumbling backwards with wide eyes and had his mouth wide open in shock and awe. He didn’t know what he was looking at, or he did he just couldn’t formulate the words. Heck he couldn’t even think of any words that would be able to describe how he felt seeing Zaka. “You….Freak…..Demon…..” He was having trouble comprehending the whole thing that he was witnessing.
Zaka sighed hearing the man’s words. He knew he was a freak. Hell who ever said he didn’t look like a freak would be dead wrong. “Ya, what’s it to you, you piece of shit. So I’m goddamn different, I would rather look like this then have a pig face like your son. Oh wait that’s insulting to pigs everywhere.” He said harshly. He was really pissed off. 
The father’s face turned bright red in rage. “How dare…..”He didn’t even get a chance to finish what he was going to say because Zaka had just bolted out of the alleyway barely slipping past Grey’s huge beer belly.
Zaka forgot his hood was down and he could be seen by everyone. He was holding back tears of sorrow and hate as he ran past people who were staring in fear, calling him a freak, a demon or simply whispering to other people about his appearance. He basically wished he was dead. 
He barged through the large oak doors of the family’s mansion. Hiding his face he ran up the marble stairs and into his room slamming it shut sending a loud boom in all directions. A few of the butlers and maids heard the door slamming. They figured something bad happened. The parents heard Zaka come in and once they heard the boom they walked to Zaka’s bedroom.
The father knocked on the door. “Zaka…what’s wrong?” He asked through the door. Zaka had tears running down his face. Seventeen years and he was tired of all this bullshit. Hearing his father speak made his blood boil. “Why do you care? Hell if this was any other day of the week you wouldn’t come home to find out what’s wrong. You would go to a bar to get drunk before you came home.” 
His father felt truly hurt by the comment. “Son…I care about you a lot…and what you said….” Zaka didn’t give him a chance to finish his sentence. “If I were to count the days that you were around, you would have been around for four years of seventeen.” He explained.
His father knew that Zaka was right but it still angered him. Zaka should be respecting his parents. Like the commandments say, honor your father and mother. “Zaka I have had enough of this. You want to know the truth I think you were a butt ugly child, a freak, I told your mother to abort you but she wouldn’t. You were a mistake!” With that his father walked away from the door and back downstairs to get something to drink.
Zaka just looked around his bedroom seeing how it reminded him that he was an animal. He stood up and had tears strolling down his face as he walked into the bathroom attached to his room. Staring into the mirror he saw the fur that covered his face. Pulling his otter tail out of the back of his jeans he spoke to his reflection. “I’m a freak…If there is a God why did he do this to me? If this was supposed to be karma to his parents why did it have to be him? Why couldn’t his father have been paralyzed?”
He let his head sulk, flattening his ears. Tears fell through the fur that covered his face and dripped into the sink below. “A father for a drunk, a mother who is in denial.” As he spoke he curled his hand into a fist and punched the mirror cracking it and sending some pieces of glass into the sink cutting him up. When he punched the glass he spoke. “And a otter for a son!” He yelled.
Staring down into the sink Zaka saw the pieces of glass. He carefully picked up a sharp piece and held his wrist over the sink gripping the shard tight in his grip. “Numb the pain, feel the shame, one day become the same.” He muttered putting the glass to his wrist as tears flowed and blood from his cut up hand flowed into the sink. 
The glass trembled as he was about to start cutting himself but before he could he whipped the glass at the wall breaking it more and falling to his knees putting his hands to his face. “I can’t this isn’t who I am. I…I need to be strong, I can’t let the world over take me…I’m better than that, I’m unique. I’m different and you know what…” He slowly began picking himself up from the ground wiping the tears that had gathered in his fur and cleaned the blood from his hand. “I’m fine with that.”
Zaka breathed calmly and walked out of the bathroom cleaning up the mess he had made in there, from the shards of glass laying on the ground and the sink to rinsing the blood out of the sink. As he was cleaning he thought about everything that had happened that day. For seventeen years of his life he had held everything back, every year he got closer and closer to taking his life. However today was different. He felt stronger, not physically but mentally. This made him smile.
Slowly he sat on his bed and stared out the window seeing the trees and other houses. Thinking to himself, he grabbed a remote off his bedside table and clicked the power button and began listening to music. The music was soft and angelic making Zaka’s eyes become heavy and eventually shut. Zaka had drifted off to sleep and he didn’t want to wake.

Chapter 3
Grey watched as Zaka ran out of the ally way seeing his face and jumping back from getting a glimpse of it. His father did the same however he was shell shocked at what he had seen. In all of his days living he had never seen such a creature like him. “Otter….Human…mixed?” He was truly confused.
Grey knew if he stayed where he was he was going to get in trouble for not trying to stop Zaka. He tried to slowly slink away but his father soon grabbed his shoulder tightly making sure he couldn’t leave. “You’re not going anywhere, you were supposed to stop him but you didn’t!” He yelled pinning his son to the wall and staring into his eyes.
The father raised the back of his hand into the air and came down hard onto Grey’s face leaving a red mark but soon the father continued hitting his son mercilessly With every swing the mark’s on Grey’s face were getting worse, a few cuts even opened up and began bleed. The blood was mixing with the tears that were running down his face. “Stop crying you brat and man up!” 
Finally Grey was let go and fell onto the rough ground below crying. “Be home by eight or you are going to bed without dinner.” Without another word Grey’s dad walked out and went back home leaving Grey to wallow in his filth. 
Wiping away the tears that were rolling down his face, Grey slowly stood up. “I hate my father.” Slowly making his way out from the ally way he made sure to keep his head down hiding the bruises and cuts that his father bestowed upon him. It was late when grey finally walked into his home. He was lucky that he got home when he did since it was a few minutes before eight and he didn’t want to get hit again today.
Slowly he made his way up to his bedroom making sure his father didn’t hear him. Walking into his bedroom he gently closed the door and sat on his bed pulling out a razor blade and held it in front of his face. “I wish I could go down and kill him right now….But I’m much too weak.” He was contemplating whether or not he should cut himself to relieve himself of the pain and anguish that he had just gone through.
Grey thought about everything that happened and tossed the razor aside and stood up looking out the window. “I might as well try and talk to my father tomorrow but for now I think I should just lie down. Hell I have school tomorrow. It’s all that freaks fault. He will pay for what he put me through.” He told himself as he got ready for bed and soon covered himself up with his blankets.

Chapter 4
Zaka shot upright quickly hearing his alarm ringing loudly next to his ear. He turned his gaze over towards the alarm and saw that it was time to get up and head off to school. Frowning he shut the clock off and hopped out of bed and began to get ready for school and another day of complete torment from the other students because of how he looks.
Zaka made sure to put on his hood making sure to cover his entire face so it would not been seen. He made sure to put on some baggy pants and hid his tail inside it now appearing to look like everyone else. This was going to be the same day as all the others. There was little to no chance of anything good happening.
Zaka slowly made his way downstairs and got himself some breakfast quickly and was out the door quickly grabbing his bag and slinging it onto his bag and made his way to school. As he was walking he could feel his clothes press against him from the wind blowing against him. He thought about what might take place today. Was it going to be the wedgies, wet willies, name calling or simply all the above like every day?
Finally Zaka had reached the school and stared at the two large oak doors with a black outer trim and breathed a sigh of annoyance. “Here I go, into the bowels of hell.” He chuckled at his words because he was an agnostic and believes in different parts of all religions. However he pushed all joking aside and casually made his way up the stone stairs and into the school already regretting being here.
The bell soon rang loudly echoing through the halls of crowded people yammering about their weekends. Zaka as usually kept to himself and tried making his way through the mass of people. Unfortunately before he was able to get into class and take his seat he was pulled into another room. He knew exactly who it was from the stench that filled his nostrils.
Zaka was thrown against the wall with intense force causing him to wince in pain and straighten up cringing. Looking at who had thrown him, his blood began to boil. “What the hell do you want Grey?” 
Grey stepped out from the shadows with a few bruises over his face staring at Zaka. “I’m going to kick your ass you fur fag.” He said in a hostile tone of voice raising his hand to strike Zaka. Grey was going to get revenge for what Zaka had caused.
Seeing Grey’s arm raise up Zaka switched into a defensive stance and shook his head. “I will give you one last chance to lower that hand before I break you.” He said coldly and very honestly. He remembered he didn’t do it before but this time he would if he needed to.
Grey laughed and grinned evilly. “You really think I’m afraid of you freak?” Grey was being rhetorical and thought nothing of Zaka. No one knew Zaka at all so everything that Zaka did was a surprise. Grey swung his fat hand towards Zaka picking up speed.
Zaka was prepared and grabbed a hold of Grey’s hand and arm and moved quickly putting Grey’s arm in an awkward position that caused grey to fall to his knees in pain.  Zaka looked down at him and spoke softly. “I told you once but now no more chances.” As he finished speaking Zaka pushed Grey’s elbow in and fracturing Grey’s elbow. Then Zaka pulled with his might on Grey’s forearm snapping it and causing it to break off the rest of the arm. Then with one last quick motion Zaka grabbed Grey’s hand and twisted Grey’s wrist making it detach from the forearm. The sound of bones breaking, snapping and detaching along with screams of pain, agony and sobbing filled the room. 
Zaka let go and watched as Grey fell to the ground in a blubbering mess holding his now broken arm. Soon Zaka had enough of listening to Grey, so he made his way out of the room and opened the door up going to his class. He had a strong feeling that he would be sent to the principal’s office.
Zaka soon sat down but kept his bag on his back because like he said he was expecting someone to come in or have the announcements come on and make him go to the principle’s since everyone hated him. Well like he predicted the principle’s voice came on and called Zaka down. Zaka sighed and made his way out of the classroom heading towards the office.
Arriving at the principle’s he pushed his way through the door and saw Grey holding his broken arm which was now in a sling and the principle. The principle motioned for Zaka to sit down and he did without question or objection.
“So Zaka I hear and see that you broke this student’s arm. Is this true or has he been lying?” Zaka just looked at him annoyed. “Yes I did because he tried to attack me so I defended myself.” He explained bluntly getting annoyed knowing where this was going but he has had enough of this.
“Well Zaka the punishment for harming another student is suspension also you will have detention for life when you come back.” The grey haired man explained. 
Zaka stood up and looked at him and threw off his hood. “I understand the suspension but detention for life, I bet if I was like you I would be treated the same but because I’m different that gives you the right to treat me like shit sir. Well you know what I might not look like any of you but I still have feelings and a personality so sir. So maybe you should learn to respect others and lastly go die you old fart!” He yelled the last bit and walked out of the office storming down the hallway. This was the final straw.
Instead of going back to class he just left the school and made his way towards his house keeping his hood down. He didn’t care anymore this was who he was and there was nothing to change that. Zaka decided instead of trying to forget who he was and what he was he decided to embrace it. This was his life and he wasn’t going to be pushed around any longer.
Eventually Zaka had reached his home and instead of knocking like he normally did he just walked inside standing in the huge lobby. His parents were not home since he knew they had gone off to work that morning.  So Zaka decided to go upstairs to his room and be alone for a while.
Zaka stood in front of closet and stared at all of his clothes that had hoods attached to them. Reaching in, he grabbed all of them and began tearing the hoods off with true aggression. Pieces of fabric flew into the air and scattered the ground below with the clothing he had torn up. “You want to see who I am fine. This is who I am so they are going to have to deal with it.”
Finally Zaka had finished and when he turned to look to see what time it was he was shocked to see it was very late at night. He had been at this for hours since his parents bought him mostly hoods and very few t-shirts and shorts.
Zaka turned to face the door seeing his father staggering in reeking of alcohol. The father’s speech was slurred slightly but it was fluent enough to be made out. “Son, why are you tearing off the hoods of your clothes? Also I heard you were suspended what happened?” 
Zaka just fixed his gaze upon his father listening to what he was saying. “Well let’s see I’m tired of hiding who I am, dad. Also the reason I was suspended was because I broke a kids arm because he was going to try and beat me up so I stood up for myself and if you have a problem with that then I guess you’re no father of mine.” He said bluntly and in a stern voice showing he has had enough.
His father just looked at him and seemed to look sad and soon ran over to his son and embraced him in a tight hug. “I’m sorry I haven’t been the best father Zaka. Please understand it’s hard. I still love you son.” Soon his father let go and walked out of the room without another word.
Zaka walked over and closed his bedroom door and locking it so he could have some privacy to himself. Before he went to bed he walked over to his window and looked out the window and stared at the stars. “I don’t believe in wishing but I do believe in karma. So one day that piece of shit Grey will have what is coming to him.” Zaka moved away from the window and tucked himself into bed falling fast asleep. 
Chapter 5
Zaka woke up hearing the alarm ring beside his bed and looked at the time and groaned, the days had gone by and he saw that it was the day his suspension was up. So he managed to pull himself out of the bed and get his clothes on and get everything organized. He was not looking forward to going back to that hell hole.
Finally when he had everything all together in his bag, he slipped it on his back and walked out of his home and made his way towards the school. His mind was racing with thoughts in regards to going back. He was expecting to be cornered or something and get the living day lights knocked out of him.
However when he walked into the school, everything was silent, no one was around, he had a look of confusion on his face since it was normal for him to get beat up. Slowly he began walking down the halls looking around. He was early and then he hear do something down the hall so he quickened his pace.
Upon his arrival of the noise he saw a group of people in a circle yelling fight.  Zaka pushed his way past a few of the kids, they were too focused on what was going on in the circle of kids. He was curious as to who was being beaten and who was doing the beating. When he reached the edge of the circle he stopped and his eyes grew large.
There in front of him was someone like him except instead of appearing to be an otter, there was a Rottweiler. Zaka rushed over to help him out since he knew what it was like. While he went to help everyone scattered. 
Zaka bent down and tried to help them up, their face was covered in blood, all bruised up and some parts of him were beginning to swell up, like his eye. “Hey you alright? You knew here?” He asked with a concerned tone of voice. He had never seen this anthro before. He always thought he was the only one.
The canine looked up at Zaka and spoke. “What the hell Zaka, why are you being nice to me, its grey idiot.” He was still the same old rude person the only difference was the fact he looked differently. Maybe it was better than having those gross greasy blemishes scattered across his face
Zaka stood up and moved a few feet away looking at Grey. He was really confused about this, how did Grey become a Rottweiler anthro when he was human when he was born. “H…How did you….How are you this? “He asked motioning to his entire body. It was easy to see the confusion on his face. 
“How am I supposed to know, when you were gone I woke up and next thing I knew I was this.” He said now standing up and looking at Zaka. He slowly moved a little closer and looked at Zaka with his brown hazel eyes. “Zaka….I….I want to apologize.”
Zaka just looked at him back away a little more form him, then listened to what he said. He had never been this confuse din his entire life. “Why are you apologizing to me?” He asked just keeping his eyes fixed on him.
“I am sorry for treating you how I did, I never knew it was this tough being different, I really didn’t….” Zaka cut him off by raising his hand and looking at him. He shook his head. “You honestly think a sorry will remove the hurt you caused me form the name calling the bullying? Do you honestly believe I should believe you?” He asked in a stern voice.
Grey’s ears drooped slightly and he looked slightly upset. He understood how much sense Zaka was making. He understood why Zaka was really upset, for a year’s grey picked on him constantly and now he was getting what he deserved.
Zaka walked away from him, leaving grey to wallow around in his sorrow and sadness. He deserved this. Every day was a living hell for him and now Grey would see what it’s like to feel what he felt every day, every month and every year.
The day went by normally except he wasn’t really picked on by anyone, however he felt bad through the entire day, and he felt like shit. He had an idea as to what it was and he figured he would need to make amends with all of it.
After the school day had finished Zaka walked out of his class and saw grey walking out of the school. He began running after him but the thing was that, Grey was faster because he was a Rottweiler and he was made for running and Zaka was just an otter made for swimming, even though he did know how to do a lot of things.
Grey walked into his house and Zaka finally reached it looking at how run down it looked. Zaka slowly walked over to the door and was about to knock until he heard a lot of yelling and items being smashed. He stepped back wearily afraid to knock, he knew what the yelling was most likely about and all the smashing and crashing.
Zaka just looked at the door and breathed a sigh of nervousness and mustered up the strength and knocked on the door hard so he could be heard. However he jumped when he heard grey’s father’s voice. “Who the fuck is it?” He bellowed. Zaka moved away from the door.
The door flew open and there stood Grey’s father red with rage. “What the fuck do you want creature?”  Zaka just looked at his eyes terrified and then shook his head snapping back to himself and allowed himself to relax. “Leave him alone” He said with confidence.
“What did you just say?” He asked stepping forward turning his hands into tight fists. “I dare you to say that again!” He yelled at Zaka close to his face now. Zaka could smell the stench of adrenaline which was sweat. 
Zaka looked into his eyes. “Leave…Him…Alone” He said with more confidence in his tone of voice. He had seen the father’s hands turned into fists and he was ready in case he decided to hit him right there, right then.
Grey’s father stepped back and took a swing at Zaka. Zaka quickly grabbed his arm using the man’s momentum and flipped him onto his back and twisted his arm causing it to snap and break. The man was in extreme pain. Zaka soon moved over beside him and began stepping on his throat with great force. “You will leave him alone, or I will come back and break something else. “He said stepping off his throat and booting him in the balls which caused him to be in more pain. 
Zaka walked into the house and saw broken glass and other objects scattered around the floor. He could hear crying and slowly made his way over to the source. Slowly he pushed past a door and there was Grey crying heavily.
Zaka slowly walked over to him and sat down beside him. “Hey, you alright?” He asked trying to comfort him as best as he could. Grey just looked at him with tear stains down his black and brown fur. “I….I hate…my life…..” He said through thick sobs.
Zaka looked at him. “Grey, I forgive you.” He said softly rubbing his back gently. Grey just looked at him. ”WH…what?” He asked confused wiping the tears away from his face.
Zaka sighed softly. “Grey, I forgive you for everything you have done. But….But no one deserves this kind of treatment. I dealt with your father and he should be a little more lenient with what you are.” Grey slowly and softly smiled and without hesitation he wrapped his arms around Zaka and whispered. “Thank you.”
Both Zaka and Grey had found a new friend which were each other.