Delilah’s Pain

Chapter 1

Delilah

I’ve heard there was a time when Humans lived normal lives.

I’m not really sure what normal means for Humans, but it must have been better than serving creatures that hate us. Being abused and controlled. Treated like our lives mean nothing. We do everything for these Wolves, but still, our lives don’t matter.

What would they do if we all fought back? Humans outnumber Wolves, but unfortunately, we don’t even have a fraction of their power.

For every one Wolf, we’d need fifteen Humans armed with weapons deadly enough to do serious damage. We don’t have access to anything like that.

Back before Witches and Wolves went to war, putting Humans in the middle of the conflict, things were said to be peaceful.

That was so long ago, the history is fuzzy now.

We aren’t taught about the war. At least, the Humans who grow up on pack lands aren’t.

The Wolves believe it will prevent rebellion among their servants.

For hundreds of years, they were right. Any Human stupid enough to fight back was killed, immediately. They crushed any hope we had of creating a better life for ourselves.

I don’t know much about Witches, but from what I’ve heard, they’re just as cruel; if the Wolves are to be believed, anyway.

I don’t think anyone was expecting a Human to be capable of fucking everything up this badly.

Maybe that’s because one Human on her own can’t do anything to change this world, but I’m not alone anymore. Maybe I never was.