Capture

The night was filled with cheers and wolf howls as the pack welcomed their soon to be Alpha. Their excited howls melting into the harsh whistling of the cool night air. The moon had turned for three nights and the half moon had begun to form in the sky, the wolves were ready for their long awaited hunt but first they had an event to celebrate. Their Alpha was entering the first stages of his ceremony and soon he would be a Regional Alpha.

The compound was alight with activity as the rooms transformed into magnificent areas for celebration and mingling. The punishment area of the compound had been transformed from a domain of Neema’s and many humans torture to one of jubilance. The night was illuminated by tall lit torches that were posted along the columns of the compound wall. The flickering lights creating shadows that intertwined and crackled with energy. The scent of burnt wood and incense wafted through the breeze as Neema’s unbound hair billowed in the wind. The night was cold and dismal but Neema found herself happy despite the weather.

“I would like to announce that in a week’s time we will have a new Regional Alpha of the North. My son and heir Khan Manasseh descendant of the first Wolfen Brethren.”

It had taken Khan’s father one week to gather all the required Regional Alpha’s, Alpha’s, Beta’s and councilmen from across the country to witness the announcement. Many more would continue to trail in, in droves until the moon was full. Even few of the Wolfen Brethren would be attending the ceremony as was expected in such an important event in wolf history. The last ceremony for a regional Alpha had been over a century ago and had ended so horrifically that the control over this event would be fierce. People entering the country and compound would be screened thoroughly and only those with invites woUld be in the ceremonial hall when Khan was marked.

Khan stood centre stage along side his father, his face set in an identical glower to the male. Their cool eyes assessing the celebrating crowd. Khan’s hair was loose around his face, with straggles of plaits interweaved in his hair. Gold beads attached to the end of each braid, Neema had stayed up all last night placing random plaits in his hair and attaching the real gold beads to each one she made. The beads caught the light of the torches causing them to gleam in his hair. His long locks now travelling way past his broad shoulders.

Khan’s furry beard had been trimmed down close to his face, he no longer resembled a gnarling bear. He could now pass for a descent human. Neema found she already missed his long beard, he looked so much more boyish without it. Khan was all man though. His top was removed as he took to wearing less clothes. The wolves would be running tonight.

“Tonight we hunt in honour of my son and my bloodline. May our bonds always stay true” finalised the Alpha as he lingered on Neema. His smile widening as he met her enraptured gaze, his large hand waving her over to stand on the podium with Khan.

His broad body made way for hers as he meandered off the stage towards Carson and a vibrant blonde. Her straight hair short around her slender shoulders, her stature tall and willowy. Neema had seen her a few times at dinner always placed beside Khan’s father.

“That’s Carson’s mother” confirmed Khan as he enfolded his strong arms around her small body, his heat chasing away the shivers her body felt from the cold.

“I can see the resemblance” she muttered as she watched the small family. Carson’s mother was attentive to her son and mate, her hands always meeting one of their shoulders or arms, as if to assure herself they were both there. Maybe she was just shocked to see the two of them getting along so well.

“Where are your sisters and Ryan?”

Neema was aware that half of khan’s family were not present for one of the most important events of his life. She was sure that if it were her, her sister would definitely be there. Her golden curls would be at the front of the stage cheering her on and giving her support. God how she missed her sister.

“My sisters are making their way with their mates. They live in Wales so the journey will be long. Especially as wolves don’t like to be in close confinement for long. My brother will probably make himself known by the end of the night. You will wish you never asked when he does.”

All this was said as he peppered small kisses along her skin, his neck nuzzling into the side of her neck. Neema should have felt embarrassed and uncomfortable over his actions but she was hypnotised by the music and the moving people. Drums played as the people moved in primitive moves, women’s hips swaying from side to side in fast movements as the men moved in fierce strokes. The soft and harsh movements colliding together in one fluid dance. The moonlight gave their motions an ethereal look. Their bodies looking like mirages sent by the moon herself.

All of it was for their soon to be Alpha. His importance to these people was overwhelming, Humans and wolves alike rejoiced in his leadership.

“Come let’s join them” called out Khan as he led her off the dais. A flicker of red blowing in the wind causing him to loose his step before he continued on towards the refreshment table. Gifting her with a glass of wine as he sipped on his own beverage, Neema spat out the bitter liquid as soon as it touched her tongue.

“What is it?” She gagged out as she all but shoved the drink into his hand. His hand rising as he downed the contents of her cup, before continuing to sip on his own drink.

“It was wine, but I’m guessing you do not like it” he chuckled out, his hand grabbing her neck as he forced her lips to his.

Her head automatically jerked back as she tried to evade his touch but his rough lips coaxed her frame to relax. This was the first kiss they had shared in a while and she was not sure how to react, it felt as if it was too soon to be sharing such intimacies but his heat encouraged her to move.

The cracked of his moulding over hers as they moved to the moons dance. Her tongue flickered out tentatively to meet his, a small stroke before she closed her lips again. Sucking on her lip khan pried her lips open and delved deep, plunging into her mouth as the flavour from the wine melted onto her tongue. The flavour altered with hints of cinnamon and peppermint. His woodsy smell lingering in her nose as their tongues duelled. The wine wasn’t so bad when she was tasting it off of his tongue. Their tongues flicking out in a soft dance. Her tongue trailing his full bottom lip before she sucked it into her mouth, little teeth dipping into the cracked skin.

“The chosen one and his new harlot, a pleasaaant surprise to see you two so happy”

Ryan’s body was stiff and confrontational as he struggled to annunciate his words, hiccupping through every sentence. He was clearly intoxicated as his he stammered and slurred over many of his words. His eyelids were droopy with inebriation but flames were lit beneath his eyes. His slimy hand reached out to jerk Neema away from her mate.

“Leave now before you regret this” growled khan, his nails poking through his skin as he tried to warn the male before him.

“Leave? So you, soo you can hide behind your humaaan and pretend you have done well for us. Wont even fight the resistance, no Alpha of mine,” his words were choppy and unclear as his head bobbed on his shoulders. His sanity swimming in the alcohol.

All it took was for Neema to make a small squeal of shock to send Khan into a craze. His large fist swinging out like a hammer to crash across his brother’s jaw bone. His free hand launching Neema to the side, away from his drunk and soon to be dead brother.

No words were exchanged as he charged, nails, teeth and brawn all behind him as he leapt at the retreating form of Ryan. He bellowed out as his body began to shift into his mid form the transformation so fluid Neema barely noticed when he began sprouting hairs on his arm. She had never seen him this far into his mid form. khan swung at his brother with a renewed vigour, Ryan was sotted but not completely defenceless. His smaller body dodging out of the way of some of khan’s jabs. He charged at Khan but was propelled into the air instead of unseating him. His body flung into the table with the heavy weight of Khan landing on top of him.

Khan’s sharp canines digging into the tender skin of his shoulder blades. His pain filled scream alerting their father of the fight. The blood dripped from his canines as he dug his snout into the skin of his brother, his nature demanding the death of any who dared to attack him and his mate.

It took them half an hour to get Khan to release his brothers shoulder from his teeth and even longer to get him calm enough to shift forms. His sweaty body laboured out as he wrapped Neema in his beefy arms. His mouth forming in to a snarl, a high growl dripping from his mouth as he retreated into a corner of the field with his mate secured firmly in his arms. Her lower body plastered to his as she sat propped on his lap, his frame vibrating with anger.

Her soft voice murmured assurances in his ear as she stroked his arm, it seemed that Khan could not go a day without releasing his nature and sinking his teeth into someone blood. though he seemed to be much more pacified the vibrations of his anger travelled through his body and sizzled through their bond.

Her small hands stroked along his skin as she tried to comfort the rage. against all odds Neema found herself being the calm that he had never had when dealing with her, but her hands did little to calm him. Instead the soft pads of her skin began to arouse him, entice him. They spoke of promises that she was not willing to follow through with, but messages that Khan’s body picked up on. His desire was evident in the thickness that nestled beneath her bum. She had tried to stop touching him by placing her hands on her lap but he forcibly placed them back on his skin. Telling her with no words what he wanted. What he needed.

The music continued humming as the two sat under the moons rays canoodling in silence, a heaviness between them. Men and women gathered together as they shed their skin and shifted forms, some shifting further into that glorious third form. The beast that stood on two feet and was the true wolves of human nightmares. These wolves were out for fresh meat and they would not return empty handed. No, they would return with their sought after human prey or they would not return at all.

Green eyes watched on as Neema’s eyes began to shutter in the warmth of his arms. the green watched on as the hazel if Khan penetrated into his mate as if she were liquid gold in his hands. The music lulled to a slow halt signaling the end but still green watched on until it was no longer possible for the eyes to see Khan carrying his sleeping female through the doors of the compound.

Neema’s curly hair tickled the nape of his neck as she snuggled into his arms. Her body pliant in his hold gave home immense pleasure. She gave him so much trust when she was sleepy and drowsy like this. His rage had lessened, until it was a tiny zinging sensation in his bloodstream. The only evidence of his anger was his dilated and red eyes. Though the colour could easily be attributed to the arousal he felt.

After a good fight he always felt the need to release himself. Having Neema sitting on his lap and in his arms now had only reaffirmed that need. That urge that was so potent it travelled through every fibre of his being until all he could think about were images of him and her on his bed. He would try to approach her like a human man but with this beast so thinly veiled he knew it would not last long. Before long he would be consumed with her. Her smell, her sounds and the look of her in pleasure. Khan could not wait until he made it back to their room and he could finish off where she had started.

Trudging down the corridor he kept glancing down at Neema. Her brown eyes were shielded by her sagging eyelids, eyes as that flickered with her attempts to stay awake. Her mouth twisting into consecutive yawns. Small sighs slipping from her mouth as she closed her eyes again until she repeated the procedure. Opening and closing, her nose snuggled deep into his warm chest.

“Here we are little witch” declared Khan as he pushed open the doors to his room. The fireplace was already lit casting the room in a peaceful glow. Laying her down on the bed he travelled to the bathroom to have a quick shower, the cold water doing nothing to calm his shot nerves. His body was on edge and it would continue to hum all night until he found an outlet.

Trailing back into the room he was greeted with the sight of a half naked Neema. In her bid to get changed for bed she had began stripping off clothes but had dozed off mid change. Her legs were encased in a tight tube skirt. While her top half was completely bare from anything. Her chest was covered by her wayward arms as she slept partially on her stomach. Her legs curled in a ball and tucked against her stomach.

Khan found himself standing before Neema without consciously moving. The sight of her supple form bewitching him. Climbing into the bed next to her in nothing but lounge shorts, her rolled her body to face him. Her pert chest laying on top of his warm and hard one. His thick hand rubbed circles along her back, gently arousing her from her sleep. Her brown eyes slid open as she gazed into his dimming red eyes. Her stare looking deep into his eyes until she was in tune with his very being. Until his essence was surrounding her in a haze of heat and passion.

His lips met hers before she could protest, his coaxing hers into a soft and sultry ripple of movement of tongues and lips. The fire casting into their veins turning the meeting of their mouths into a fast and rough kiss.

Forcing his mouth away from hers Khan trailed his lips across her body. The kisses distracted Neema from noticing Khan rolling her body until she lay underneath him. His heavy thick form merging against hers. His movements a frenzy of untamed movements until they were delving into places untouched in months.

The touch enough to have Neema shaken out of her stupor. Her hazy mind was clear as if someone had thrown cold water over her body. Her small hands pushing at his chest with force.

“Khan, stop” she cried out before he could go any further. He had taken no consideration to her feeble moves but when he heard those words tumble from her lips his body froze. His minds consciousness trailing behind until his body and mind were in sync.

His iridescent gaze flickering at her in what could only be described as shock.

“Please Khan, I don’t want this” she croaked out. Although he had stopped moving, the heavy part of him throbbed against her joint thighs.

His body flew off her as if she had thrown acid at him. His frame clambering off the bed and to the window before her body had time to register his absence. His face scrunched up into a furious haze as he gritted his teeth. He had been so close. So close to being with his mate in the most primal way again. Until she had come to her warped senses. Khan could hate to stay in the same room as her.

Ruminants of her arousal wafted in the air and trickled though his nostrils, setting his body ablaze. If he didn’t leave soon he would take her. Against her will or not.

Charging for the door he refused to look at her. One glance at her frazzled and thoroughly seduced face and he would be back in the bed finishing his half completely job.

“I can’t, its too soon. I’m Just not ready” Her soft and pleading voice carried out as he reached the door. His state straight ahead as he contemplated his predicament. He could leave Neema as she was without words which would make her believe he was mad. Or he could try to explain the situation. The second option was the best, choice but his mind had not fully recovered from the near bliss it had been feeling.

“Not mad, can’t stay” he groaned out his words shortened and slurred as he tried to reject the smell of her bodies willingness. His hands pulling at his hair as he battled with himself. His eyes continuously flickered between her and the bed. Sweat dripping down his forehead at the level of control he was using. The wooden door slamming closed upon his abrupt departure.

Neema felt lost and dishevelled. Though she hadn’t wanted to take it further she felt empty without his presence at night. The guilt began eating away at her. She felt as if she had been teasing him. Promising him one thing with her body but rejecting him when he wanted to go though with it.

There was this urge she had t please Khan in everyway she knew how but the reality was that she just not ready and she was not sure she ever would be. With the events of the past days she had seen a side of Khan that was both vicious but extremely caring and loyal. he was travelling down the road to improvement and given time they could perhaps reach an agreement. Both their bodies ached for each other, even with her pregnancy she felt the need to feel him. It was as if their bond was alive and it demanded they be true mates, not this sham that they were now.

But too much had been done, from her and him. She had seen and felt too much to just be able to turn of her emotions. Khan was not someone she could fully trust or soften to. She had yet to tell him about her pregnancy which only confirmed that she did not trust him. She would not give him her body until she could, no matter how mutually gratifying it would be. Of that she had no doubt.

The situation was not of her making but it was one she would have to deal with, she only hoped that come morning her and Khan could talk about this without the sexual tension.

Their relationship still had a long way to go, it was nowhere near where it needed to be but if they continued in this direction it could be something more.

Burnt Humanity

The wolves returned from their hunt a nearly a week later, the ceremony had been postponed until they returned leaving more people to enter the compound. On their return they came with hundreds of humans, women, men and children all clustered together in the same courtyard that Neema had met her fate in. She refused to bare witness to their unjust punishment though she knew they had suffered whether she was there or not. There would be more navy clad human bodies wondering around the compound just as there would be more forced mating’s and separations of marriages. Unofficial challenges had already begun and more than 30 humans had found themselves at the infirmary with severe wounds other than the lashes that had barley begun healing on their backs. Emmaline had been occupied for the past 3 moons healing and consoling the weak and broken hearted.

It was a harsh reality but there was nothing Neema could do. Even with her improved relationship with Khan he remained reluctant to change what they had always known to be right. She tried to remain out of the situation but it was hard to sit by and watch people being treated this way when a month ago she was that woman begging for help. Crying, pleading for anybody to help her. It was hard to remain silent when all she wanted to was raise her fists at the injustice her people were subjected but she had no place discussing such manners. If she hadn’t been told so, the navy blue of her jumpsuit would have let her no. she wasn’t one of them, she was not part of the pack and so her voice needed to be quelled.

Around her friends and Khan, she could voice these opinions but they were raised under the rules of the Brethren, they could see no injustice and so she said nothing. Wolf politics were a touchy subject and any mention of it to Khan was quickly swatted a way like an annoying fly. He did not want to break their truce with what was clearly opposing political views. Khan supported the cause, how could he not when the whipping post was how he found his mate.

Their political views remained separate but their lives did not, they were slowly moulding together. Lunches together, night caps together, time together. It brought them closer together. A friendship was forming, one that was a little strange and perhaps unconventional but it worked for them. Khan got his intimacy and Neema got her peace.

The days drifted by in a cocoon of happiness and warmth. With the family spending time together and kindling their slowly forming bonds. Khan’s Alpha ceremony was fast approaching, by the end of the week he would receive his title and then they would begin relocating. Time was of the essence. It was slipping through her fingers. She had a short number of days to locate her sister because once the move was made there would be no accessing these documents, she only had this one shot and the strain was beginning to affect her.

“I just don’t get it! There’s nothing here. Nothing” she screamed as her emotions got the best of her. Her face turning red with frustration as she threw the papers in her hand across the floor. The stack billowing around the room as the cool air from the open door caused a mess with the sheets.

These documents were not forth coming, no matter how many files the flickered through they still could not find anything on Lara. There were files on deceased humans from the early 2000’s but not one little sentence about her sister who was born this century. Her sister was not on any registry forms for new mated members of packs. She wasn’t on any databases for new mothers and she wasn’t on any databases for recently deceased, which was a comfort to Neema’s slowly fraying mind. Carson had even hacked into the telecoms system on his coms-device to watch videos on who was entering and exiting borders. Their names popping up on the screen as their eyes were scanned by the bright blue light of the machines at the random check points scattered around the regions. But still her name remained unseen, it was as if her sister had just vanished into thin air, never turning up again.

It was such a morbid thought but Neema couldn’t keep herself from sinking into a pit of despair. She needed her family back. Even if they had made lives elsewhere and didn’t want to live in this compound or with her and Khan that would be fine. As long as she knew where they were and that she could see them again she would be content. The uncertainty and not knowing was killing her. Thick drops of tears rolled down her face as her frame trembled with sadness. She couldn’t bare to think she may never see them again.

“It is okay Neema, between the 3 of us we are sure to find something. You aren’t alone,” declared Sahina as her hand rubbed Neema’s back and petted her hair, the strokes soothing Neema’s hiccups. “You have me and Carson to help, and Vanya has the kids for anther 3 hours before Khan comes to take them to play so we still have time.

Neema’s sniffles resided as she wiped at her tears that trickled across her face, a grateful smile on her face. She really did not know what she would do without her friends, they were her support system.

“Sorry about that, these hormones have me over emotional” she sniffled, flipping her hair from her face. “Alright, lets go,” her voice was filled with conviction as she picked up the stray papers on the floor and reorganised her pile. When her equilibrium was levelled she continued her search through the endless piles of paper.

Sitting around crying was not going to help her sort through all the documents any quicker Neither would her overwrought emotions. If she wanted to find her sister she was going to have to have a clear head.

The hour’s tick tocked by, 4’O clock was soon approaching and soon Khan would be coming here with her siblings so they could have their playtime. She needed to at least find something, anything in that time or else the despair would really sink into her bones and infiltrate her weary mind.

“I think I found something, I’m not sure but it’s her name,” shouted Sahina.

“Me as well, I’m not sure if it’s her though” called out Carson.

Sprinting over towards them, Neema’s foot tapped as they set up their findings. Carson first with a telecoms play back on his small coms-device, he tapped at the screen, flicking at squiggly lines and symbols that appeared on the device.

“sorry, one second they are trying to block me out,” his brow furrowed as his fingers flew across the flat screen of the transparent device. When the symbols stopped flashing he swiped his finger across the screen and all the lines disappeared, with a cocky grin on his face he cracked his knuckles and winked at Neema.

“I am not the best fighter but I am definitely good for something” he chuckled under his breath as he flipped the screen to face her. Pulling at the sides he extended the coms-device so it was triple the size it originally was but still as light. Attaching a small black circle to the back of the screen he pressed play to the video.

“It’s a check point we have them some times, this was about a year ago” he mumbled out as Neema stared at the screen. It felt like a century since she had last seen her sister and though it had been a while, she couldn’t forget her face.

Her memory of her laugh and voice may have faded but the image of her sister persevered throughout her mind. All she had to do was look at Jana to see a picture image of Lara. The two with their fair golden curls and big brown eyes were replicas of each other.

Tears ran unconsciously down her cheeks as she stroked the image. This was Lara as she remembered even though the image wasn’t clear she still knew who it was. Her light blonde hair was streaked with mud and her pale skin ruddy with dirt. Long legs and and a skinny from eating hardly any food, her sister was on the screen. Her Lara.

“That check point was in Sunderland and she was heading away from London buttt,” he drawled out as his fingers flipped the video down and brought up another one, “this one is from Wales and looks as if she is heading towards us, this was umm.. let me check” he zoomed in on the screen until he found the small code that declared the date and time. “That was 5 days ago.”

The Lara on the screen was a completely different woman from the one they saw in the video. Her eyes were light with happiness as she held an auburn haired child in her arms and grinned at a shadow in front of her. Her blonde hair was clean and rippled down her back and her skin was radiant, she had also gained some weight, making her look a lot shorter than Neema remembered her to be. her name on the screen was also different, on the first screen her first name and age had appeared in big bold black letters but in the second video her name read differently. It was almost a title, Lara Nyko, mate of Alpha Ferron.

“Well what I found is pretty redundant now” huffed Sahina as she took over Carson’s screen and inserted her disk. It was an updated file of the Alpha registry for the year 2889

“It basically shows that your sister was mated to this Alpha called Ferron in a reserved ceremony 5 months ago” her tongue flickered out as her mouth widened into a smile, “I like this guy, he basically said fuck it to the Brethren’s rule and mated your sister in private” her words bringing a smile to Neema’s face.

It was good that her sister di not have a public mating, Lara was a lot softer than Neema was, she would struggle to recover from such a humiliating event especially if it was forced like most where. Though she couldn’t tell if Ferron was a loving mate, from the small glimpse she got of her sisters face she could tell that Lara was happy and that was all that mattered. In this cold world love was so hard to find, even families were unfeeling to each other. She only wanted the best for her sister and though Lara deserved earth shattering love, Neema would be mollified if she had simply found peace. It was more than most had.

“Now that we’ve found your sister I think you might be interested in watching this disk” mumbled Sahina as she moved the piles of papers and disks until she found her desired one. It was a clear, thin, square disk that had a large distress label plastered all over it in bold red labels.

Pulling out the other disk from the coms-device she replaced it with the cautionary one and pressed play on the big red button that appeared on the screen. The video clicked to life, the images leaping of the screen and appearing in front of them, a projection in mid air.

“Woo, how’d you do that” gasped Neema, as her jaw hung wide, her eyes flickering back and forth over the crackly images. The sounds of Emmaline and Carson chuckling at her was so common she could almost block it out if she tried hard enough. They were always laughing at her expense. Her pronunciation of words, her lack of education on the modern technologies and her reactions to always had them in tears whilst she stood by unable to join in on the joke.

The fuzzy images cleared up as the sound of a voice began to ascend over the muffled sounds.

‘I remember the end. There was just lots of noise, screaming and the sound of buildings exploding. There was fire everywhere. We had been building underground bunkers for years because everyone knew that there was going to be a war. One without men but with weapons. Nearly every country had some sort of nuclear weapon, or robotic armed force that saved us from fighting. It only made things worse. The end came from the sky, balls of molten lava liquidising everything that wasn’t underground. It was menacing’

The voice from the disk carried over their laughing voices, casting their humour in dark silence. The pain filled eyes of a black woman shone back from the projection as she told her harrowing story. Her body was covered in soot and debris, while part of her arm was an irritated red colour. Her hair was standing on end, parts of it missing, her hair burnt so bad flesh wounds were visible in her scalp. Blood tricking down her face as she ran a dislocated hand across her face. She had clearly been burnt by this molten lava she spoke of.

‘No one understood how it could become this bad and it all started over resources. The world was going crazy for them. not enough food, not enough oil, not enough water. And then it became about race, nationality. Everything was a mess and so we all suffered. Buildings that had been established for centuries, turned into nothing, n-n- nothing but ash and dust.’

her face was buried in her arms as she cried gut wrenching sobs, the video flickering to places in the world that were surrounded by this fire. Homes flattened, trees blown away, humans crushed. Her face came back into focus as the camera picked back up on her voice, her frail dark body looking worse along the white of the hospital sheets.

The camera panned out and took in rows and rows of beds rammed with bleeding, wounded, dying people. sheets stained red and black from the blood and dirt from their worlds destruction. More people were in stretches by the door way of the hospital the facility blown wide open so the carnage of the world outside could be seen.

‘So many deaths, all for what? We hid all right and we will be hiding for centuries more. There is nothing left for us above ground, nothing but destruction.’

The camera panned back out and took in the view of other cameras recording people, a clip of the news. Japan’s fire had been doused by a tsunami that had rocked the nation harder than the bombs detonation. The white house in Washington blown apart and the streets of the destitute city full of outraged and fearful people. there was a riot going on in that continent, a riot that had been coming for years’ and had exploded at the sign of a World War. A World War like none of the past. A war that actually saw the end of their world.

‘Terrorism. They taught us to fear terrorism but our governments were the biggest terrorist of our century’

Her face scrunched up as the tears that had been dripping out of her red tinned eyes dropped in torrents across her dirty skin. Her tears leaving streaks across her face. Her hands covered her face as she began crying with more vigour, the sounds of her hiccupping and gasping for breaths were a crescendo until the image of her disappeared. Transitioning into bright lights of fire and explosions. This was clearly what she had spoke about.

People were running frantically, women holding their children. Old people hobbling to get to safety. People stuck under buildings. Shrapnel flying and striking down. The images were flitting from one scene to the next. The next more frightening then the next. Mother nature’s wrath was made known as Hurricanes and Tornados raked across the sky, Earthquakes shattered the plates of countries and Tsunamis washed the lava fro the bubbling volcano’s. Guns and knives exposed as people slashed through each other to get under ground. A trail of blood left behind as humanity descended.

The only constant was a white number on the screen and even that was changing. Until the number was so big it was virtually impossible to say. The number of deaths and casualties was astronomical. The woman of the video one amongst the death toll. More than half the world was gone, by man and by nature.

A small note trailed behind at the end of the destruction a message to those that lived.

“I can’t believe It,” sobbed out Neema, her mouth gaping wide as the heaviness of the playback sunk in.

Humans had done this to themselves. For years they had hated wolves under the misguided belief that they had taken their homes and killed their people. Yet the dark truth had been and always would be that humans had killed the world. With their greed and their fear and their hatred, the world had been splintered into irrevocable pieces until the werewolves had taken over. They had built back this world, not to its former glory but in a way that the past still echoed in their future. Old disintegrating buildings alongside new ones, so one could never forget the history of the God forsaken world.

Yet humans had forgotten, or maybe planting a dark and foreboding story about werewolves was easier to believe then the actual truth. The truth that humans had caused their own demise.