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.

and looked at the

his face,

dressed finely, in a pressed navy suit and a

clearly of higher status, like

werewolf, but the woman standing behind

shoulder with her head bowed towards the

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

just

She was a pet.

meant the man standing before

werewolf world, as the supernatural species

think I have ever seen a vampire as physically old as

in his late forties, early fifties when he

much less common in the werewolf

felt pets were

when he

has always had a more moderate view of how humans

Alpha Bernard permits those from other packs and from other countries

guess no

is conference

clearly angered by my lack of

the man,

on the third floor, take the elevators to the left of the lobby, and the receptionist will show you to the room,’’ I spoke as softly and

me, and no one would do anything, assuming I must

let

I hadn't realized he had kept a

was all that was left of the man after he stormed off, pet

as my skin usually did whenever I had contact

in a kind

greet people and direct them wherever they needed to

with the vampire was the only

I hear whispered close

the words and come face to face with Adam.He was nice enough, and since friends were hard to

up?"

darlin?” he

"Lunchtime."

for lunch, seeing as I

say, it's one of my many flaws as

through the lobby and back into

and rather dingy little

paper bags filled with our

and go to sit

chair rocks and

Adams laugh loud and clear, he obviously

not funny,'' I grumble as I

hunk of bread and

was too funny.’’ Adam laughing through his