Stakes Claim On Her

103 years after the war.

The murmur of the lobby, the occasional squeak of freshly polished shoes on linoleum, and the fresh scent of flowers and honey the wall air freshener pumped out greeted me as I walked out of the back room to start my morning shift.

The same eight to eight shift I worked six days a week, but I would never complain; partly in fear of what would happen if I was ever to speak out against a werewolf and partly because I know that I have it better then many in this world.

Many humans in this world know only struggle and hunger and abuse.

The pack territory you lived in almost entirely determined what your life is like.

I hear some packs treat their humans as equals.

What a dream that would be.

Here we fall somewhere in the middle.

Humans have some tights.

They are free to work, educate themselves, and own businesses.

But if you couldn't make a living within the human communities, and they didn't have an open position for pack jobs you were on your own.

Humans aren't seen as equals here and if a wolf asked you to something, as long as it is within pack laws, you had to do it.

If you didn't, you could be beaten.

The punishments for humans are mostly the same for wolves who break the laws, which is sometimes worse for us because the punishments are meant for bodies that can handle a lot more than we can.

Usually, you are given lashes, while tied to a post in front of the pack housing center, where many of the prominent wolves live.

The punishment is extremely humiliating for humans; you are stripped naked before being lashed.

Wolves are much more comfortable with nudity than humans are, so the stripping part is never an issue for them.

I only ever hear stories of what the world was like before werewolves took over.

A place where humans weren't whipped for disobeying silly orders.

The wolves don't allow the history to be taught in schools, probably fearing humans would want to bring the world back to the way it was.

Their thinking is how could we want for something we don't know existed? But they made the mistake of thinking that they could keep the history of our freedom a secret.

Not that it mattered.

Their grip on our lives was too strong.

There would be no rebellion anytime soon, no matter what we know.

A rough arm and sharp shake snapped me from my thoughts.

"Hey! I'm talking to you!"

A deep voice spoke to me.

head and looked at the

older, creases on his face, and hair speckled

a pressed navy suit and a tie

off him, he was clearly of higher status, like the majority of wolves and creatures that came through

the woman

about my age, stood behind his shoulder with her head bowed

collar wrapped around her neck and the chain that snaked from the collar to the cuffs on her wrists and ended in the

just any

She was a pet.

standing before me was clearly a

the werewolf world, as the supernatural species

have ever seen a vampire

late forties, early

common

pets were

he took

moderate view of how humans should be

from other countries who own pets to bring them

guess no one is

is conference

clearly angered by

now fully on the man,

left of the lobby, and the receptionist will show you to the room,’’ I spoke as

would do anything, assuming I must have done something to

man roughly let go of my

my thoughts I hadn't realized he had kept

my arm was all that was left of the

my skin usually did whenever

touched us in a

it off and continued to greet people and

with the vampire was the only

hear whispered

the person who spoke the words and come face to face with Adam.He was nice enough, and since friends were hard to come by I

what's up?"

darlin?” he

"Lunchtime."

seeing as I tend to get lost in my

it's one of my many flaws as a

lobby and back

rather dingy little room the human employees were given to

the back wall are paper bags

bags and go to sit

down my chair rocks

loud and clear, he obviously found

not funny,'' I grumble

of

Adam laughing