Born To Be A Werewolfs Slave

Long ago, before there were cars, electricity, cameras, and electronics, there were people. These people weren’t like us. They were immortal. They were above us in every way and they showed it by massacring millions of humans. When we started turning on them, they decided that we weren’t worth the fight or the losses that they were acquiring. They created a world for themselves, but all the other humans thought that they were killed off, but they were wrong. The only humans that know the truth are the humans and their children that were brought with the immortals, the humans like me. I was raised in this world, the one with vampires and werewolves. Humans in this world are slaves, not free people. Humans are pets and are treated as so, some are treated worse. I was raised in a village about 10 miles away from the castle that I am going to tomorrow. I have always known what my life was to be. A life full of servitude and slavery, but I did not feel like a slave until today. The village I live in only houses humans. It is like every other neighborhood, except for the walls. The walls are to keep us in and them out, until your 18th birthday, then they come for you.