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The void usually disappears when I’m working. Though I only need to report to Thomas, three times a
week, I still bury my head in work at home all the other days of the week. The difference now is that I
get to do most of the job done at the comfort of my home and whenever the void creeps up on me, I
can just lay in the couch or walk to the nearest coffee shop. Until I met the large black dog.

I first saw the dog in the alley beside my apartment building when I went out to throw the trash last
Monday morning. The dog was lying behind the dumpster at the very end of the alley and he is so black
that I almost thought that he was just the shadow of the dumpster. I came close to check, and I was
really surprised and awed by its beauty. It have a lush, shiny coat of black fur, long narrow snout, large
pointed ears and soulful black eyes. His ear flattened to his head and growled at me as I move closer to
him. Then I saw a duffel bag behind him. He must be some homeless man’s dog. I didn’t come close to
him, put up my hands in surrender and just look at his eyes. It is so dark that I can almost see my own
reflection. I hurried back to my apartment, reheat the two cheese burgers that were supposed to be my
lunch and dinner, head back to the alley and offer it to the dog. He still growled at me so I just left it on
the ground and walk away. Before I turn around, I turned back and saw the dog stand and sniff the
food. I remembered smiling that time.

After a week of feeding the dog whenever I can, he is now a little bit friendly to me. Today I brought him
three chicken sandwich, hoping to give one to his owner, which I haven’t seen for a while. Sometimes, I
think that the dog was abandoned, and somehow, I hope that I could adopt him.

“Hey, buddy. I brought you and your owner food.” I said as I crouch beside the dog. He rolled out his
tongue, his ears prick up and his tail wiggle excitedly as he stood up to welcome me. He doesn’t growl
at me anymore and he let me pet him. “I brought chicken burgers this time. This two, you eat now, then
I’ll leave this one here for your owner.”

I put the other package of chicken sandwich beside the duffle bag as the dog happily ate.

“I won’t be back until late in the afternoon, but I’ll bring you back more food, ok? Just stay here and
behave yourself, and wait for your owner.” I said as I pet his head. He raised his head and looked at me
as if he understand what I said and then went back to eating his burger. I always thought that the dog is
quite trained for he appears to understand me. I’ve been telling him for the past week to stay and wait
for his owner, and he always stay there. It might be false hope but I think we’re beginning to develop a
nice relationship.

But there’s still the issue of his owner. Where could he be?

“Ok, I’ll go to Thomas now. Don’t go too far ok. Stay here and wait for your owner.” I said as I walk out
of the alley, “I’ll buy you food when I get back!”

For the last past week, feeding and talking with that large, black dog is the highlight of my day.

Should I consider adopting him? I think I should adopt him.

***
A month surviving on scraps really is not the best way to live. I need to eat more and I’m starting to lose
weight. Three weeks without eating proper food and I lost the energy to shift back to his human form.
And for the last week, I’ve been hanging out in an alley, behind a dumpster in some unknown street.

Until the day the human omega with brown doe-eyes saw me and offered cheeseburgers. Not one, but
two cheeseburgers. I was suspicious of the human first, but the smell of the cheeseburgers is something
I cannot ignore. Despite my pride, I ate the cheeseburgers and it taste like fucking heaven.

Since then, the human omega has been feeding me, mostly burgers and sometimes chicken and
meatballs.

What the hell’s with this omega? Feeding stray animals with burgers?

But I smell nothing that raises red flags from this omega. He is just simply giving me food. Sometimes,
he even ask if he can watch him eat. I let him, as a sign of thanks. Sometimes the omega human shares
that feeding him is the best part of his day.

Something’s wrong with this guy.

But again, his scent is nothing but sweet and caring. He smells homey, to the point that I even allowed
him to touch and pet me.

Boy, that’s the sincerest and happiest smile I have ever seen!

The petting and ear rubs are the greatest, too!

The way he smiled and laughed somehow allowed me to trust him. That this puppy-eyed omega means
no harm to me. Well he is an omega, so doesn’t necessarily pose as a threat, and truth be told he is the
first human I trusted enough to let myself be pet and ear-rubbed. Stomach scratches is on another
level, and maybe someday I’ll trust him enough to do that.

I can trust this human omega.

For a whole week, he gave me lots of burgers and other meat that he can get. He usually gives more for
my owner, thinking that my duffel bag belongs to my owner, but little did he know, I ate them too. I
started to regain some of my strength and somehow I feel better about myself. Especially when he
compliments my fur and my size.

The human said that my fur is beautiful and I’m the most handsome dog that he met!

Well, he’s right to say that! I am the most handsome alpha WOLF!

Today he brought me two chicken burger, and one for my imaginary owner. He said he’ll back late in
the afternoon with more food, so I’ll just wait for him here. I can eat the other burger later. For the past
week, he have never broken his promise. When he say he’ll be back with food, he always come back
with food.

Trusting humans might not be bad after all.

I will trust this human omega.

***
That afternoon, the land lord saw the animal control unit pulled out a black dog in cage from the alley
beside the apartment building. The large dog is wild, almost feral growling and snarling at his captors.
Once they put the cage into the back of their van, one of the officer came close to the land lord.

“Are you familiar with that black dog, sir? He has no tag, no identification of some sort and no leash so
we’ll be taking him to the pound.” The land lord shook his head, he have no idea about the dog.

“Well, I saw a duffle bag at the end of the alley with a burger on it, so I thought he must belong to a
homeless man. Anyhow, if anyone will be looking for the dog, he’ll be at the pound and fine must be
paid for not putting him on his leash.”

The animal control unit went back to the van and drove down to the animal pound.