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.

shook my head and looked

older, creases on his face, and

dressed finely, in a pressed navy suit and

him, he was clearly of higher status, like the

thought was that he was a werewolf, but the woman standing behind him

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

simply mistaken as someone who was just shier then average, 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 her wrists and ended in the right hand of the

wasn't just

She was a pet.

standing before me was

of his kind in the werewolf world, as the supernatural species tend to stay within their

seen a vampire as physically old as he

his late forties, early fifties

were much less common

wolves felt pets were a

when he took over

has always had a more moderate view of how humans should be

from other packs and from other countries who own pets to bring

no one is

is conference

spits out, clearly angered by my lack

the man, not wanting to upset

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 as kindly as I

could strike me, and no one would do anything, assuming I must have done something

roughly let go

so caught up in my thoughts I hadn't realized

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

going to bruise, as my skin usually did whenever

us in a kind way,

greet people and direct them wherever

the incident with the vampire was the only bad

hear whispered

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

what's up?"

noon darlin?”

"Lunchtime."

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

it's one of

Adam through the lobby and back into the

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

wall are paper

go to sit at the rounded

chair rocks

hear Adams laugh loud and clear, he obviously found my almost accident very

I grumble as I open my

usual hunk of bread

too funny.’’ Adam laughing