Ryder ~ Wolf Dominion

Chapter 2

The Wolf Kind were a species of humanoids who could transcend from their own bodies and become the Beast by slipping their soul into the Beast's body, a separate vessel.

I had seen the Transcended Wolves maul countless bodies of human men. The last men. Including my father. My mother took her own life from his death and the grief that followed. I had lived my life in cave systems in the ground, which connected to the different neutral Systems where all Kinds mingled... which was putting it lightly.

Everyone on this planet battled for their dominance constantly, everyone was always fighting. Humans? Were just toys. Practice. Pets. Or hunted for fun.

Now I had my vengeance planned and it was the only thing giving me a reason to wake up each sunblast.

"This one is expected to die soon from her injuries, she's weaker than the others on sale," I heard the insult well enough through the textured glass, while laying slumped in the glass prism on display for all the Wolf Kind; who came to gloat.

I'm on a raised platform, my only protection from their violence is the cage. I have oxygen to breathe filtering in through the dotted pattern of the glass. I'm slumped against one uncomfortably angled side and my toes are curled in pain. The prisms were designed so you couldn't lie down, you were best to kneel in the middle.

There was no need to stand when you were a pet on display.

My body was sore enough and they gave me no fucking medical attention.

I'm in some kind of strange metallic lobby, a majestic hall way, perhaps an art gallery for live Human Kind.

I think we'll be stuck in these small spaces forever until I see one smirking man buy a human female.

The glass lifts and she is taken, docile at this point from exhaustion.

One by one, each woman is taken, dressed in their scraps of clothing.

I'm the last one left, and no one is interested in the weak kind. I would be a useless pet if I was injured permanently and no one had bothered to check my condition.

"Kneel up if you can, human," the Slave Trader approaches me and seems disgusted that he has to speak to me directly. When I don't respond he just shakes his head, slowly in disappointment, "You'll be killed if you're deemed useless. A burden. Do you want to die?"

I guess I surprise him when I attempt to kneel, but I make the rational decision that I should be somewhat fearful for my life.

I slowly drag myself up the glass and lean on it heavily, feeling my limbs shake.

I was perpetually dehydrated and hungry.

While I tremble on my two knees, the Wolf Kind that pass by take no notice. I am of no interest to them.

"Sit straighter if you can," the Slave Trader tries to advise me.

I ignore him. I can't. My spine is tingling and sore and it wants to curl in on itself. Any moment and I would faint again.

When one arm buckles holding my weight, I collapse completely and sprain my wrist somehow on the way down. I don't cry out, I grit my teeth and breathe out my nose, pressing my forehead to the glass.

I see the Slave Trader has spun, his back to me, standing taller; to attention.

Higher ranking Wolf Kind were passing through the spacious hall way.

I see a pack of them as beautiful male specimens. I wouldn't mind clawing into their blue, seemingly innocent eyes. The more dominant wolves had blue eyes, everyone else had yellow. They all wear black robes, and red collars. They look like religious leaders, but they are simply asserting dominance through specified uniform.