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.

my head and looked

his face, and hair

was dressed finely, in a pressed navy suit and

the power that radiated off him, he was clearly of higher status, like the majority of wolves and

werewolf, but the

shoulder with her head bowed towards the ground

if it wasn't for the shiny gold collar wrapped around her neck and the chain that snaked from the collar to the cuffs on

wasn't just any

She was a pet.

meant the man standing

kind in the werewolf world, as the supernatural species

think I have ever seen a vampire as physically old

forties, early fifties

were much less common

wolves felt pets were a step

outlawed pets when he took over for his

has always had a more moderate view of how humans should

packs and from

no

is conference room

spits out, clearly angered by my lack

now fully on the man, not wanting to upset him

the elevators to the left of the lobby, and the receptionist will show

could strike me, and no one would

roughly let go of

had been so caught up in my thoughts I hadn't realized he had kept a

ache in my arm was all that was left of the man after

arm was clearly going to bruise, as my skin usually did whenever I had

in a kind way, at least

people and direct

with the vampire was the only bad experience

beautiful” I hear whispered close to

with Adam.He was nice enough, and since friends were hard to come by I brushed off

up?"

noon darlin?”

"Lunchtime."

comes and gets me for lunch, seeing as I tend to get lost in

the creatures would say, it's one of

lobby and back into

the hallway and into the dimly lit and rather dingy little room the human

are paper bags filled with our

and go to sit at the

I sit down my chair rocks and almost knocks me only

laugh loud and clear, he

grumble as

usual hunk of

too funny.’’ Adam laughing