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It was morning, I knew that. Not because of the sunlight coming through the cracks of the blinds and hitting my face. The truth is that this was a pleasure that I had not yet been able to enjoy, neither with open or closed blinds. It may seem crazy what I say, but that's not the craziest thing. For as long as I can remember, I have always lived inside this house on the dark, with the blinds down and the curtains drawn. Without a hint of natural light, the only light I have been able to "enjoy" has been that of the lamps. By now, I had gotten used to getting up whenever I wanted, but I was always up the same.

"How could it not? Half past ten" I laughed, although with little desire.

I stretched out lying on the bed and scratched my head, trying to get rid of that sudden itch I had. I gave a big yawn and got up, because the bed, even if I wanted it to be like that, was not going to be done by itself. When I finished doing it, my ears turned to a creaky door just opened, which is the door of my room. Those who entered through it were my father and mother. My mother was a brown female wolf and my father a black male wolf. My eyes were opened at the sight of the gifts they brought with them.

"Happy birthday, Ethan!" they both exclaimed at once. Shit, I always forget.

"Is it August 23 already?" I spoke, somewhat surprised.

"Yes, son, time passes quickly" said my father, putting his hands on my shoulders: "Eighteen years, no more, no less!"

"You're already starting to be a little man, son," said my mother.

"Well, as a new man in this house, I ask you not to call me a little man," I sighed, though with a smile.

"Well, son, thank goodness you woke up, we almost had to go to work without congratulating you," my father laughed, leaving the gifts on the side of my bed.

"True, there are only a few minutes left before you leave," I recalled after looking at the clock.

"Son, open yours gifts," my mother smiled , doing the same as my father and leaving the gifts aside from me.

I smiled at them. I always felt a lot of affection from them, although there was one thing that always bothered me about them but considering the day it was I was more distracted and excited by the gifts. I opened them little by little. The first one and the one they recommended me to open first was a lot of clothes.

"Is this a hint to stop walking at home in underpants or naked?" I laughed.

"We would appreciate it" my mother laughed

I wanted to answer her with "Well, let's see if you let me leave at once" but, as I said, I didn't want to ruin everyone's good mood. What I did was laugh and look at the next gift. It had a shape that was familiar to me. I started to open it with a claw and then ripped off the rest of the paper of the blow and, when I saw it, I was not wrong: they were a couple of video games that I have wanted for a long time.

"Fuck, this is great!" I exclaimed excitedly, wagging my tail.

"That mouth!" my mother reproached me.

"Sorry," I smiled, my ears down, somewhat embarrassed.

"Seriously, who teaches you those things?" my father asked.

I pointed to both, which made them surprised and look at each other. The truth is that neither of them had the right to reproach me: they sweared much more than me, it was obvious that I would learn it from them. Who else could I learn it from? After laughing out loud, I took the last gift. With that one I was very lost. What the hell could it be?

My parents smiled at the sight of my confused face and encouraged me to open it through their gestures. I used my claws again and opened it. First, I saw a small box with a soft texture, like those that contain electronics. When I thought about that, my curiosity and excitement were evident. My tail began to hit the bed with its movement. When I finished opening it and seeing it, I couldn't believe it.

"This... This is..."

"You wanted so much to start drawing digital that your mother convinced me it was the right thing to do," smiled my father.

For a long time, I had been asking them for a digital tablet to finally be able to draw in digital format and today, on my eighteenth birthday, I finally had it in my hands. Without wasting any moments, I jumped out of bed and hugged them both.

"Thank you very much, really!" I exclaimed with a big smile on my face.

"I knew I wasn't wrong," my mother smiled. It was obvious that she was telling that to my father.

"When you're right, you're right, my dear," my father admitted, sighing, but still smiling.

"Well, we'd like to stay longer, but I'm afraid we have to go to work," my mother sighed.

"Okay," I stopped hugging them and let them free. "Have a nice day"

They both left the room, to which I prepared to follow them carefully. The truth was, when they went to work, it was a moment I craved very much. Not because I wanted the house to myself, but for a small moment. They both took their things from the living room and I saw them from behind a wall. As they prepared to leave, my mother quickly opened the door and they both came out. And just then came that little moment where I can see and sometimes feel the sunlight. It's warm and nice, it makes me feel calm knowing that it's still there.

It's only a small moment, as my parents always close the door quickly so that I don't come out. Anyway, I don't even know how to do it, since I don't know of any copies of the keys. When I stay alone at home, I released a sigh. I don't know why they don't want me to go outside. Years ago, I asked them and they only replied: "The world outside is very dangerous. You wouldn't be able to get out, as something bad could happen to you. So please listen to us and stay home, okay?"

When you are a small child, you believe it. After all, how can your parents, the people you love most, not be right? But gradually, as I grew up, I began to question it more and more. At first, I kept my doubts to myself, but there was a moment two years ago that I couldn't take it anymore and asked, but they lied to me. Now I know they are not telling me the whole truth. And whenever I ask, it all ends with a "Just listen to us, please. Stay at home" of my mother. I don't know how she does it, but her look always makes me regret asking and end up leaving it aside.

Before I stay still in the living room like an asshole, I decided it's time to take a good shower. I went to the bathroom and, since I almost never have a garment on me, I stopped to look in the mirror. I smiled and admired with some pride a slender body with muscle. The truth is that there was nothing that I disliked about me: my name, Ethan, was quite pretty; my body had a beautiful white fur and I have a long and straight hair that I usually collected it in a ponytail; I had muscles because I used to exercise in my room, which I enjoyed; and my blue eyes only improved the whole thing. Could that be considered self-centered or self-love?

My answer to that question remained in the air, since I stopped in a part of my body that always seemed a great unknown to me. Looking down, I saw my penis tucked inside its sheath, but that wasn't all. If I went further down, I found a slit that turned out to be a vagina. It was something my parents told me: that people usually have a vagina and a penis, and that gender was differentiated by the presence of breasts or not. However, they explained to me that they were "special" and only had one member. Maybe that was one of the things that made me still admire them, that special thing they had. In fact, I remembered when my father and I showered that he also had a hanging skin sack, which always made me funny.

After smiling, I got into the shower and enjoyed cleansing my body. After this, I dried up and went to breakfast. As always, my parents had made a cake, which I ate very happily. I spent most of my day setting up and testing the new tablet. After finishing setting it up and doing a little test drawing, I ate the food that was in the fridge and started playing the new video games. The heat that day was such that it was impossible to try and exercise. As I played quietly, I was thoughtful. I was still thinking about the outside. I couldn't take the image out of my head of what that mysterious place would be like for me: great variety of buildings, different smells, beautiful lights that come on at night, smells of many kinds, people in the streets... I always dreamed with getting away from home at last, meeting people and going to many places. To my bad luck, I only had that vision in a drawing I made.

I stopped the game and looked out my closed window. I imagine it completely open, letting in a pleasant current of air and a pleasant sunlight. I had it clear: that day I was going to convince my parents without doubt, and I would not stop until I achieved it. Of course, there was still time until my parents came, so with the spirits up I continued to play.

It was half past eight, I heard people at the door. But, as it had become usual and happened from time to time, my parents were not alone. There were three more voices calling for answers, but my parents always ignored them. And that day was no less, as they immediately entered and closed the door. I admitted, the first time I heard that, I was terrified to think my parents were right about the outside world. However, that only caught my curiosity even more than before. My parents looked exhausted and defeated, which seemed to be customary since those voices started sounding a few years ago. To encourage them to be in a better mood, I proposed that I could prepare dinner. Food always serves to calm and cheer the heart; it was foolish not to use it in my favor.

The idea worked: they both smiled and appreciated the offer. They were also grateful that, for once, I had the decency to wear clothes, although of course that was to favor their opinion. Once the pizzas were done, the table set and both were quieter, I decided it was the time.

"Hey, dad, mom, there's something else I wanted to ask you for my birthday," they both looked at me curiously, to which I smiled. "Could it be possible?"

"It depends on what you want, son" my father replied, taking a bite out of his slice of pizza.

"Buff... Let's see..." I took a deep breath to calm my nerves and, with some decision, I spoke: "Tomorrow I'm going out of the house".

The question was straightforward. Bluntly. I didn't like the idea of wasting time when the topic was vitally important. To doubt is to fail, as one of the characters in my most recent video game said. As expected, my parents put on a surprised face, mixed with nerves and something that seemed to be fear. It was to be expected. My mother was the one who answered me, trying to appear calm.

"Son, what is this r-r-request about?"

"I've been here since I was born," I explained calmly. "You did not give me a reasonable explanation and we have been in this dynamic where everything ends when you, mom, put on a sad face and ask me to listen".

"Hey, we already gave you why," my father seemed to have more controlled nerves than my mother and smiled at me trying to look innocent. "It is a dangerous place, especially for you".

"Uff," I let out a big sigh and showed a serious face. "Okay, is this how we'll play? Well, then explain to me how it is not dangerous for you, that you go out every day and sometimes I can hear other people outside the house. Which leads me to another thing: can I know what the fuck happens with those who come to you with threats at the door?"

"Son, seriously, I think we should let it go" said my mother, also smiling. "And please, stop saying those things"

"Let it go?! No fucking joke! I don't know why I've been here for 18 years and I'm tired of looking like Gatunzel!" I exclaimed annoyed, fed up with so much elusiveness.

"That is not way to talk to your parents!" my father exclaimed, starting to get angry.

"Is it so much to ask for a little freedom?!" I said angrily.

"Yes! Especially if your life is at stake!" exclaimed my father back.

"Well, I'm asking you for a fucking explanation!" I exclaimed back. I couldn't back down, not now.

"We are your parents, and if we tell you that you will not go out, you won't go out!" exclaimed my father.

"Well, then maybe I should escape from this fucking prison!"

After saying that, I didn't see an open hand coming to my cheek. A dry sound echoed through the room, silencing all the words we had been saying. My cheek was burning, and my father was panting after slapping me. My mother had begun to sob after she witnessed the scene. My father had never had to raise a hand to me, even when I got upset with them. I had never received such an angry slap. I stared at my father, who had tears in his eyes.

"N-No... What did I do?" he asked himself, looking at his hand and then at me. "Son, I-I..."

"Shut up," I said, my ears down and avoiding crying in front of him. "Just... Leave me alone. Don't worry, I won't escape, but... I wish I did"

I went to my room, taking off all the clothes I had worn for nothing. "Great," I thought, "It couldn't have gone worse." I started thinking for a while, not knowing what to do now. My father had slapped me. He had gone to that extreme to convince me not to leave the house. I no longer wanted to go out to satisfy my curiosity, but for answers. Well, some curiosity remained, but my side of wanting answers was still present. I heard how my parents opened the door of their room and then closed it.

I decided that there was no better answer than the ones they hid from me, so I got up, carefully opened the door, and started listening in my parents' door. At first, they weren't talking at all, but finally my mother was the one who spoke.

"D-Do you think he's given up?" asked my mother, nervous. My father didn't answer. "H-Honey..."

"What the fuck are we doing?" asked my father. "I'm supposed to do what's best for him and I just give him a slap with an open hand. What a father I am".

"Don't say that" my mother replied. "It is true that... you've gone overboard, but Ethan has also crossed the line"

"But with good reason," sighed my father. "Since we learned that he is a white wolf, we have been hiding him and making him believe that everything was fine. They haven't stopped persecuting us, and if we don't do something soon, we will lose both our son and our life".

"We are so close... There is only 1 more year left" my mother replied. A year for what?

"Do you know that if we continue with this path, we might end up worse?" my father asked. "You know how the world is".

"I'd rather be selfish with the world than make my son bear with a responsibility as big as the white wolves have" my mother replied, determined.

"He... That's why I love you" my father seemed to smile. "You give me strength to continue".

"It's what we need right now" my mother smiled too.

"C'mon, pass me the pills, you know that otherwise I don't sleep".

Pursue them? One year? White wolf? What it's the deal with the color of my fur? Or was it something more than that? What burden do white wolves have? What was left for me to see? I needed answers and I had only gotten more questions. I can't wait until a year pass, they already said that something would happen to them if they did. They had said they were going to take some sleeping pills, so there was no better opportunity to get answers. But first I needed a costume or some way to hide.

I remembered that my mother had a temporary fur dye, one of those to use and that it stayed until it was washed. I went to the bathroom and took the bottle. It was black, which seemed perfect to me. I went to my room and prepared shorts and a short-sleeved T-shirt. The underwear was already on. All that would make the fix for that moment.

First, I waited for an hour to make sure the pills would make them asleep as they could. I went into their room and check with a clap. They didn't wake up. One more set of claps indicated that they were asleep enough. I started looking for the keys to the house on my father's bedside table and, of course, they were there. I left the room and got ready to use the hair dye. I didn't dye my whole body, just the parts that were going to be exposed to other people. Although I left my hair as it is.

Once I did this, I got dressed and went to the door. I was doing this. I thought doing so would be harder, but I was completely wrong. It only took breaking the rules and spying on my parents, stealing their key and being ready to go. I took a breath of air and used the keys to open the door. Before opening it completely, I turned in the direction of the corridor where our rooms were.

"Forgive me, but I need to know more," I said, thinking of my parents.

I opened the door and walked out. The image I saw left me speechless. The area we were in was an area of residential houses along with some buildings of 3 or 4 floors. It seemed to be a quiet residential area, since there was no one walking around at that time. I couldn't see if there were any buildings bigger than these, but for the moment, I was happy to be outside. The stars were not seen too much because of the streetlamps, but the truth is that I could see in those lamps a certain charm.

I decided that standing there were not going to solve any doubts, so, with a determined step, I began to walk through the quiet streets of that residential area. Or that was my intention, since a few minutes after leaving my house, someone touched me on the shoulder from behind. As I turned, I saw some policemen in suits. A female dog and a male dog, of breeds that I could not determine. The truth is that they imposed me, and I was a tall boy with muscle. Behind them was a police car, where inside there appeared to be another uniformed man. The woman greeted me kindly.

"Good evening, young man," greeted the female.

"Good... night" I greeted, as quiet as possible.

"Sorry to entertain you," the male spoke again. "But we have seen you leave Romina Núñez and Tobías Túnez's house and it would help us if you collaborate with us".

Were my parents being chased by the police? They said their punishment was going to be severe for locking me up for another year. What crimes had they committed? However, I needed answers, so the cops could help me. I should not be fooled by his game of kind people, but I knew little about reading people. I wasn't going to give up so easily and without trying, of course.

"Have my parents done anything wrong?" I asked, feigning concern.

"No, no!" exclaimed the woman, trying to calm me down.

"Well, we don't know," the male dog spoke.

"Sebas!" exclaimed the female canid.

"Wait," that caught my attention. "Are you telling me you want to ask me about my parents, but you don't know what they've done?"

"Uff, sorry," sighed the woman. "It's all classified information, sorry. We can't reveal anything to you if you don't join us".

"Am I obliged to do so?" I asked.

"Well, you've said they're your parents, but you may also be lying," the male dog replied. Shit, you can tell I'm not that good at having an immovable face. "Furthermore, they are known nationally, so you can get into serious trouble if you do not cooperate"

"Sebas, what part of "being tactful" do you not understand?" the woman asked.

"You know as well as I do that I might be lying," replied the man. "What if he has been hired to pretend to be their child?"

"But what if it's really your son?" the woman asked. "Maybe he needs help and you're not making the effort to have a kind face".

"Listen," I sighed, trying to get his attention again. "Can't you at least give me a slight piece of information?"

"If we tell you something, will you come with us?" asked the female dog.

"I guess?" I replied doubtfully. I was getting into dangerous territory, but I needed answers. I just needed to not falter at them again.

"Great," the woman smiled. "Well, get in the car in the back and we'll tell you in our way"

I nodded and went with them to the car. I was nervous about everything that was going to happen, but I needed answers. Perhaps, if I didn't talk too much, I could get them and go home without any problems. Inside the car, in the back, I met the other policeman. He was a male kangaroo with a serious face. Would he be the superior?

"Huh, so you agreed to come," the male kangaroo said. I nodded nervously and he smiled slightly. "You do the right thing, kid".

"T-Thank you" I thanked nervously.

"Sorry, boss," the female apologized. "We have agreed to tell him some information about what happens with the suspects to motivate him to come".

"It's okay," the male kangaroo shook his head. "I believe that the young man is their son, no one else has entered that house apart from them, according to the other teams".

"Well, let's wait and see what the tests say," said the male dog. He seemed to be the most cautious.

"What do you want us to tell you?" asked the man.

"Why... are my parents wanted?" I asked.

"For child abuse," the woman replied, starting the car.

"Is it... because they kept me locked up?" I asked, now curious.

"In short, yes," explained the male kangaroo. "It was known that Romina was pregnant and that she was going to give birth at home, as she wished. However, when the nurses arrive when she was supposed to have given birth, they said things like the baby had died and they were already dealing with it, but the truth is that the mortuary services did not report anything of any babies who died in childbirth. So, there were two options: either they still had the corpse, we didn't know why, or the baby was alive"

"The security forces and many child protection organizations have been after both parents for a long time," explained the male dog, "but the truth was that, legally, their words couldn't be questioned. And since there was no evidence such as the baby's corpse, the boy himself or evidence of abuse nothing could be done".

"So, you want me to tell you if my parents have mistreated me," I supposed, somewhat nervous.

"Broadly speaking," the woman smiled.

I waited patiently for us to get to the police station. I had never been to one, or rather, I had not been anywhere in the city besides my house. The building was sober and devoid of details, there was only a large sign indicating that it was a police station. Inside the building there were several police officers attending to other people, in addition to some leaving and entering the place, surely, for emergencies. But overall, it seemed to be very quiet that day. I started looking around and realized that there was a wolf staring at me. Brown and gray-scaled fur, his amber eyes fell on me. He was leaning against a wall, with a bag in his hands. Before things got more awkward, I decided to look away.

The policemen took me around the place, greeting several colleagues from time to time. We arrived at an empty room, with a single mirror in it and a table with four chairs. The policemen told me to sit down, which I did immediately. The agents left the room for a while, but not before removing a hair and saliva with a swab to do "tests". The male kangaroo and the female dog came in and sat in front of me after returning.

"Very well... Let's start with your name" the woman had pulled out a notepad and a pen.

"Ethan Túnez únez," I replied.

"How old are you?" she asked again.

"18".

"Just coming of age," nodded the kangaroo. "Brothers or sisters?"

"Not one, sir," I replied politely.

"Okay," nodded the female. "All right, Ethan, let's start with what you know about your parents. What do they work on?"

"Uh... I don't know, ma'am," I replied, scratching my head. "They never told me".

The woman took notes for a longer time. It seemed that I was going to be analyzed very thoroughly, which I did not know if I should worry or not. The male kangaroo asked.

"Do you know their ages"

"My mother is 46 and my father is 48," that was something I could at least answer.

"Could you give us a psychological profile?" asked the female dog. That caught me off guard.

"Psychological... profile" I asked confusedly.

"You know, how they are in terms of their personality" the agent explained to me.

"Well... Let me think" I kept thinking for a moment, remembering my parents. Once I was sure, I replied: "My mother is a very sweet and kind person. He taught me mathematics, biology, literature, geology... He knows how to teach very well! Although I don't like that she usually uses the tactic of his face of grief to try and have the reason. She always succeeds with dad and me, although sometimes my father has been able to overcome it. About my father I must say that he is very funny, although he has his moments of being very strict. He cooks super well, although he doesn't usually do it when he goes to work".

After saying what seemed like a decent description, I noticed that the policemen looked at me in surprise. The female dog kept taking notes for a couple of minutes while the male kangaroo decided to continue the conversation.

"Very interesting, Ethan," nodded the kangaroo. "From what you say, they have taken very good care of you".

"It's not to show off," I raised one arm and flexed it slightly, "but I must say that I know how to take care of myself. I'm not a hyper muscle man, but I like my body the way it is".

"Mmmh... Let's move on to more specific questions" the female had finished writing. "How was your stay being locked up?"

"Well... It went well, I guess" I sighed. "Although I always wanted to leave home".

"How come you finally left today?" the canid continued.

"I spied their conversation this night and... I discovered that they take medication to be able to sleep" I explained. "So, I took advantage of that to finally be able to get out".

"You know... why did they lock you inside the house?" asked the male kangaroo, which made me tense a little.

My mother's words echoed in my head. "White wolves." What was so special about my fur that they had to hide me? Or was it not just the fur? What made me different from normal wolves? Whatever it was, it was the reason why they hid me from the world. I needed answers but being with law enforcement officers and saying what they saw was dyed fur might get me in trouble. Was being a white wolf good or bad? I still didn't have enough information at the time, so it was normal to be nervous.

"Ethan?" the man asked, catching my attention. I had to answer something, at least so that I could think better than I could answer.

"W-Well... I don't know... I think I have loose ideas, but... I need a moment alone to think about it" I said finally, hoping it would buy me some time.

"Oh, of course," nodded the male kangaroo. "We can leave you a couple of minutes alone, if it's okay with you"

"I appreciate it," I smiled, more for my words having an effect than for polite to his gesture.

The two policemen got up and went out the room, leaving me alone at last. I sighed a little more relaxed, but I had to think in the next two minutes what excuse I could make to free myself and that everything could go well. However, the more I thought, the less I thought anything could go well. I had already come out and I wasn't giving any explanation as to why my parents had locked me up. And if I did, that could be key when it comes to knowing if they put my parents in jail or not. Both of my elbows were resting on the table with both hands holding my head as I thought about what to say when the door opened.

That scared me. I had to think of an answer now or I could condemn my parents. Although maybe going out that day, when the cops had followed my parents until they were home, wasn't the best idea. I looked at the door and was shocked, at the same time as I relaxed. It wasn't the police, but the wolf I saw before. He smiled at me sympathetically.

"You're the one I saw before" I said, surprised. "Where... are the other policemen?"

"If I'm honest with you, I've asked them and the head of the police station, who are watching from this glass, to let me pass," the wolf stuck out his tongue.

"G-Glass?" I asked, somewhat frightened, looking at what I considered a mirror. "Are they... watching?

"Well, yes," the male wolf shrugged. "But don't worry, you are not in trouble for now"

"And what are you doing here?" I asked, nervously. "How come they let you in?"

"Well, it turns out that the head of the police station is my father," the boy stuck out his tongue. "And well, I gave him assurance that my hypothesis is correct".

"Mmm," I was suspicious of that canid, as he seemed to be one of the intelligent ones.

The male wolf came to the table and stood next to me, sitting on the chair, and turning to look at me. I, in order not to have to turn my head, also turned myself and stayed in front of him. It didn't take long for him to extend his hand.

"I'm Joel" smiled the boy. "Nice to meet you, Ethan".

Confused and still somewhat suspicious, I stretched out my hand and took his, shaking his hand.

"Well, I've been told you don't know why your parents locked you up at home" Joel began.

"I... Yes," I replied, unsure.

"Well, I see something... weird" Joel said, raising his hand and grabbing my cheek. "Your fur... It's not black and white, it's completely white, right?"

That sent a chill down my spine. My body tensed when I saw that this male wolf that had seen me for just minutes had revealed the true color of my fur. It was truly a smart canid. I was afraid of what was going to happen, I even felt like I was on the verge of tears. However, Joel came over and hugged me, causing me to be surprised. I didn't understand it. First he knows what I was hiding and then he hug me?

"Don't worry, okay?" whispered Joel in my ear. "It's all right. You don't have to worry".

"Are... you s-sure?" I asked, with some fear.

"Yes, nothing will happen to you" after saying that I slowly raised my hands to reciprocate his embrace. "Much better like this, yes".

"Can I... be honest?" I asked, feeling more secure than I ever felt with that canid.

"Of course".

"I... When I spied on my parents, they talked about the "fate of the white wolves," but I didn't understand it" I said. Joel sat face to face again. "I didn't know what it was special of me, but I didn't want to take risks, so I took a temporary fur dye that my mother bought a long time ago and dyed it".

"I understand" Joel nodded.

"Could... Could you explain to me what is special about me?" I asked, somewhat nervous.

"You're lucky" Joel winked. "You're in front of a biologist who is on his way to becoming a gene expert. I only have one year left of my graduate studies; you know?"

"That's why you're so smart" I laughed softly.

"Nah, you exaggerate" Joel scratched his head, but without losing his smile.

"No, it's true" I nodded with a smile. "You are very smart, you have discovered me without even disheveling your hair".

"Next time, you should dye as deep as you can of your fur," smiled the male wolf. "Especially on your face".

"Are the policemen... still looking at us?" I asked, looking at the fake crystal.

"Sure, keep in mind that your parents are under investigation" Joel explained. "But don't worry, I'm sure that after this your parents won't have a harsh sentence".

"Well... That aside, what am I?" I finally asked. "What the white wolves are?"

"The simplest answer is that you just have to look at... Well, your cock and vagina" laugh the boy.

"My... parents told me it was normal" I said, clearly confused.

"Surely they did it to protect you," Joel explained. "Normally, males have penis and scrotum and females have vagina. You are a hermaphrodite who, to our surprise, has two super-fertile reproductive systems. In other words, you can get pregnant".

"G-Get pregnant?" I asked, nervously.

"Aha" Yoel nodded.

"Is that why my parents protected me?" I asked, looking down at my crotch, which now took on a different meaning.

"Not exactly," Joel scratched his cheek. He didn't answer me right away. "The white wolves hace, despite being fertile, certain... disadvantages".

"What disadvantages?" I asked, now more nervous.

"The first of all is that your reproductive system will lose its fertility within a year of turning 18 if you don't get pregnant" Ethan explained.

"Now I understand!" I exclaimed in surprise. "That's... That's why my parents said while I was spying on them that I was only one more year away... They wanted me to lose fertility so that nothing would happen to me".

"Yes, although there are more" Joel sighed. "There is a second rule also related to your biology, and that is that, for your fertility to be permanent and your eggs to remain fertile, you need to make use of your vagina. Rather, you should get pregnant a few times. It varies from white wolf to white wolf, but usually 4 or 5, your vaginal flux will show us. If used, your uterus and ovaries will have memory and make your fertility last until 50, when a female menopause begins".

"That... sounds fucked up" I thought.

"The thing is, it wouldn't be that much... bad, if it weren't for a small detail" Joel sighed. It was clear that he was struggling to get to the bad point.

"What's wrong?" I asked with some fear.

"Some... time ago, when the first white wolf appeared about 300 years ago" began to narrate the male wolf, "they knew how special it was after its first pregnancy. I'm not going to lie to you, the first white wolf didn't have it easy, and he discovered that by bad luck of fate. Being born into a poor family and engaging in prostitution was a cocktail of poor conditions. However, when his pregnancy was discovered, the scientific community was impressed. It took 200 years until all these rules that I explained to you and some of the qualities of white wolves were determined. Thanks to that, the White Wolf Law was created".

"White Wolf Law?" I asked curiously.

"It was a law in which the white wolves had two tasks" Joel explained: "The first was to increase the population of those times, which worked quite well. It did not take more than 50 years to increase the population a lot, although it is true that the first white wolves suffered a lot, since some became pregnant more than 30 times in their lives. And of course, I already told you how fertile you are, many can give birth to up to 5 babies".

"But... that stopped, didn't it?" I asked with fear. Joel gave a nod, which left me calmer. "Buff, that's good".

However, Joel lowered his head, and his face became gloomy. That made me worried. He said there were two tasks of the white wolves. Wasn't the second one that, if you reached a sufficient population, you would stop all that baby factories? That made me worry again.

"Which... was the second task?" I finally asked. Joel raised his head. He was sad.

"It's... one that I'm afraid you'll have to meet the current situation of the world" Joel sighed. "How much do you know about history to the present day?".

"Well... From today's world I only know that we are in 2020 and that everything is fine. Or so my mother explained to me when she explained the story" I said, watching in panic as Joel changed his face to one of surprise.

"E-Ethan," Joel didn't seem to want to talk. Maybe he was succumbing to the pressure of telling me all that. "The... The year is 2072".

"S-So much difference?" I said in surprise.

"Ethan, the second task... You should get pregnant again if there is a demographic crisis," Joel finally confessed, looking away and closing his eyes. "Sorry, I'm so sorry".

"Joel..."

The male wolf seemed to be unable to speak anymore, he was gritting his teeth. I was sure: he felt anger and helplessness. Why was he so attached to me? He had just met me and already felt sorry for my fate. There were so many doubts in my head. What had happened in the world in this span of 50 years? What will become of my parents? And what intrigued me most: what will become of me?

However, I knew I had to do something now. Joel still seemed to feel bad, so this time, more confident, I got up, got behind him from behind his chair and hugged him from behind, placing my head on his shoulder. The male wolf was surprised to see me hugging him, but it didn't take long for him to hug my hands.

"Thank you" I thanked.

"Why?"

"Because now I know the truth" I said from the bottom of my heart. "It is... hard, but I prefer it that way"

"It's all the Order's fault," Joel snapped angrily.

"The order?"

"Yes, the Order of Judas" a new voice joined the conversation.

Behind the door appeared another male wolf, the one I assumed was Joel's father and head of the police station, along with the other two policemen who were interrogating me earlier. But my attention was focused on that "Order of Judas."

"What is the Order of Judas?" I asked intrigued.

"You should rather say was, the last member died years ago," said the chief. "At first, no one took them seriously, but it was a mistake that fucked us up. Murders, shootings, robberies, violent protest, vandalism... Everything was valid for the Order, which sought to "purify the world." To the bad luck of the white wolves, the Order put them in its sights as unclean".

"But it didn't end there," sighed the canid woman. "They stole a biochemical weapon with which they contaminated the water of many populations that reduced their fertility. Not only that, but women mutated because of it: before they could get us pregnant with the same semen staying on the outside of the vagina. Now... Let's say we need to be "hot" to put it mildly, so we can have a chance to even get pregnant. Incredibly, the white wolves were not affected by the weapon".

"Fuck" I didn't know what to say.

"But the worst was definitely the Great Disaster" Joel said. "They managed to get nuclear arms controls and threatened governments with using them if they did not give in to their demands. In the end... They used them. Of 7 billion we remain about 500 million, and because of radiation many died in the following years, leaving only 453 million people today. The last white wolf before you was killed by the last cracks of the Order while he was recovering in a recovery zone".

"So... Now is where I come in" I sighed, still assimilating that the next thing that was coming would not be the best.

"We... we are very sorry, Ethan" sighed the male kangaroo.

"What... will it happen to my parents now?" I asked, worried.

"The good news is that you've been cared for, fed, and educated" the woman tried to sound friendly. "While it is true that depriving yourself of liberty is something serious, they didn't do it with malice. Selfishness for sure, but they didn't want to do wrong. They just wanted to protect you. So I don't think they'll end up imprisoning them".

"If they had told me before..."

"Who says you wouldn't have tried to do the good thing for the rest instead of staying?" commented Joel.

"Yes, you're right" I sighed. If I had known this, perhaps I would have taken out a too altruistic side and done the same. "What would have happened if I hadn't run away from home today?"

"We can only make guesses, plus we don't know what will happen next," the head of the police station sat down in one of the chairs. "But most likely, President Rufus would have been forced to sign a birth law, in which many women would have to become pregnant, and many males would have to fertilize them. Of course, those who are LGBT don't like that idea".

"Of course not!" exclaimed Joel. "It's forcing other people to fuck, even if they don't like the other person".

"Don't worry, son, it's just guesswork" his father reassured him.

"I know, but it doesn't stop me from getting angry" sighed the young wolf.

"Mmm... LGBT?" I asked confusedly.

"Oh... It makes sense that you don't know" Joel nodded. "Lesbians, Gays, Bisexuals and Transsexuals. Those are the acronyms. Those of us who belong to it are outside this classic heterosexual cis couple, so to speak. I, for example, am bisexual, and I like both my same gender and others".

"I think I understand" I nodded after the explanation.

"And of course, since you would have lost your fertility, your parents might have had a greater grief" said the male kangaroo.

"Well, Ethan?" asked Joel, turning his head upwards to look me in the eye. "What do you plan to do?"

"Well... It's clear that I can't hide anymore," I replied, somewhat unsure. "I'm a little panicked about all this pregnancy and all that, but I don't even know what's going to happen now. I don't regret going out looking for answers, but I think what I need now is... rest".

"We'll call your parents, then," Joel's father nodded, with a sympathetic smile. "And don't worry, we won't imprison them. I'm sure you want to talk to them now".

"Yes, the truth is that I do" I nodded.

"Joel, why don't you keep him company here while he waits for his parents?" Joel's father suggested to his son.

"Of course" Joel nodded, gently rocking his tail.

The three policemen left the interrogation room, leaving Joel and me alone again. I realized that I still had my arms around his neck, staying hugged to him because of the situation we were before. I decided to pull myself apart from him and sit down again in front of him, as we were before. Now I had questions, but they were about the male wolf in front of me.

"How come you were here today?" I asked curiously.

"I do genetics internships here" Joel laughed. "And well, in more places, but this is one of them".

"You said earlier that you were a year away from being a gene expert" I said. "A geneticist, if I am not mistaken with the word".

"No, you're right" Joel nodded. "And in fact, my reason for being one was your species".

"The... white wolves?" I admitted surprised.

"You always made me very curious, plus I thought that if I could bring the white wolves back, I could avoid what my father said" Joel admitted. "But now that I have a white wolf in front of me, I think it's a very cruel thing to depend on just one species. You're people after all, fuck, not fucking baby machines".

"You're very kind" I admitted, making the wolf blush in front of me.

"N-No, I'm not!" he exclaimed, looking away. "You say it out of politeness".

"No, it's true" I nodded. "You are kind and very handsome too".

"Oh, stop flirting with me" Joel put his hands on his face.

"Flirt?" I asked confusedly.

"Oh... Ooooh!" exclaimed Joel, then began to laugh.

"Hey, don't laugh!" I exclaimed annoyed. I thought I had asked a normal thing.

"I'm sorry" the male wolf took a breath and let go." It's that I didn't remember that you haven't had much social contact".

"My mother told me that being honest was the right thing to do," I commented with some pride, and then sighed. "Although now I think it sucks that they have lied to me for so long and told me to be honest".

"I wouldn't blame them".

"Yes, now I know".

"Well, basically what you've done to call me handsome, and kind is called flirting" Joel explained. "It's basically camel a person to make them feel attracted to you. You know, to try to have a date or just a one-night fuck".

"One-night fuck?"

"We're going to have to work on some of your social skills" Joel laughed calmly.

"So it seems" I laughed too.

"Hey, I don't know if you think it's too hasty, but can we be friends?" asked Joel. "And it's not because I want to get pregnant because of subsidies or anything".

"Subsidies?" I asked confusedly.

"Aish, fuck, we haven't explained that to you" the male wolf lowered his ears. "The fact is that, to motivate people to impregnate white wolves, subsidies are offered to those who do. You know, as an incentive. The bad thing is that some of the parents of the babies did not take care of them. But that's why the law has a con: the white wolf is the one who chooses the next father of his necessary pregnancies. So this incident was not so common".

"I'm glad to know that" I sighed with relief.

"Well, if you need it, here's a bodyguard available" Joel joked.

"Sure?" I asked, trying to contain a laugh. "The only thing you have is that you measure ... about 5 centimeters more than me, considering that I measure 1.82 meters?"

"Are you testing me?" asked the male wolf defiantly.

"My father has never beaten me in a pulse" I replied.

Joel nodded, going to the opposite side of the table, and placing himself in the chair, putting his elbow on the table and being in position to battle. I smiled and did the same, turning my chair to face him. I grabbed his hand securely and looked into his eyes.

"W can't use the other arm to make force" I commented.

"I won't" Joel nodded.

"Ready...?" our hands tightened, tense in the face of the challenge. "Let's go"

The wolf tried to resist, but to his bad luck I was in good shape. Not a minute lasted his attempt to win me over and the back of his hand crashed effortlessly against the table. Joel whistled impressed, while he began to pant.

"Okay, you're a strong wolf" Joel admitted defeat.

"I'll be your bodyguard at this rate!" I laughed.

"The truth is, I'm glad you're strong, but the trick is to use the right techniques to defend yourself" Joel replied.

"Oh, yes?" I asked curiously.

"My father can show you some, just in case" the male wolf proposed.

"I'll be delighted" I said as I wagged my tail. "And maybe not my bodyguard, but I still like the idea of being friends".

"Same thing here" nodded the wolf.

After this conversation, Joel became interested in knowing about me. I told him about how I liked to exercise to feel good, how I loved certain video game sagas or how I liked to draw and design characters. I told him a little more about my parents' house and how everything was inside. I told him how my room was full of drawings hanging on cork boards and how I had been given many things for my birthday. I also told him how, having the house to myself, I spent walking around the house without any clothes almost every day. That made him laugh, and he cute me, which made me blush.

Soon after, the policewoman opened the door, interrupting our conversation.

"Ethan, your parents have arrived" the canid woman told me.

"Really? I still didn't ask Joel anything about him" my ears ducked, and my tail stopped a movement that had been steady over the past few minutes.

"Don't worry" smiled Joel. "We can stay another day. I'll introduce you to some friends as well. And we can keep chatting and do something new for you".

"Yes, it would be amazing!" my spirits rose again.

We left the interrogation room and began to walk the corridors of the place. Soon we arrived at the entrance, where my parents were talking to the head of the police station. Rather, it seemed that he was advising or encouraging them. I was surprised to see their faces: on one hand, they felt sorry, but on the other they seemed the most relaxed they had been in a long time. And it was understandable: they weren't going to be persecuted anymore.

I took a breath and exhaled it, walking towards them. When they saw me, they were shocked and ran to hug me. I wondered if they were angry.

"Sorry" I apologized. "I needed answers".

"No, we should be the ones who gives the apologies" my mother said. "Maybe we should have done it differently, but..."

"You were afraid" I replied sympathetically. "I was a while ago too, but" I looked at Joel and smiled. "There are good people in the world".

"We are... sorry for all the trouble we've caused" my father broke away from the hug and went to the head of the police station.

"Don't worry" Joel's father smiled at mine, looking at his son. "If my son were a white wolf, I would have done something similar too".

When the head of the police station said those words, everyone in the police station, including the citizens who came to do some business, stopped and looked at us, specifically at me. All that attention made me feel somewhat uncomfortable, as I had gone from being just another wolf to being the most important wolf in that place.

"Don't all stay still and go back to your chores, god damit!" exclaimed the male wolf, showing the rest of people who the boss in the place was.

"Wow, that was effective" I admitted.

"Do we need... stay in the police station?" asked my mother, lowering her ears.

"No, no, that's nonsense!" exclaimed the male kangaroo. "Our boss here will take care of the paperwork. Tomorrow, we will ask you to come to the police station to organize everything related to the possible trial, lawyers ... But now you need to rest".

"I... agree" my father smiled. "Thank you very much, really".

"There is nothing to do," said the police chief. "Good luck".

"Oh, Ethan!" exclaimed Joel, handing me a piece of paper. "My phone number. For when you have yours".

"Great" I smiled, wagging my tail. "Thank you very much for everything. And see you soon".

"That's for sure" Joel winked at me.

My parents and I thanked one last time and left the police station. When we left the place, we could see how some people recognized my parents. Or at least, I realized they recognized them. I guess they were busy thinking it was a relief that nothing bad had happened to me. I was thankful I had put the dye on my fur before leaving. Once I got into the car, I sighed exhausted before putting on my seat belt.

"Tired, right?" my father asked with a smile.

"A lot, though not as much as you do, that's for sure" I replied, and then asked worriedly. "Are you angry with me?"

"Maybe a little" sighed my mother. "But... We can't blame you. We should have done better as parents".

"I think you've done very well so far" I reassured them.

"Thank you for trying to make our conscience weigh less, son," smiled my mother. "But I think it's been very fucked up for so long".

"Ugh" my father had already started driving. "What will happen to you from now on? I think that's what scares us the most now".

I was looking out the window. The sky had a nice full moon, although the stars were not so visible. According to my mother told me, it was because light pollution did not let you see its light, since the light of the cities collided with the atmosphere and created a blocking effect that only allowed the most powerful light to pass through, and that was the one reflected from the sun by the moon. Even if they couldn't be seen, they were still there. That gave me a clear answer, which I gave to my parents with all determination:

"There is a future ahead to discover it. And I'm going to fight for it to be the one I want".