Description
Fifty years ago, werewolves made themselves known to the human world. The humans took it surprisingly well, or so we thought. It took them twenty-five years to build an army to attack us. It took them another fifteen years to exterminate or enslave almost ninety-five percent of the packs in North America. If you're not killed, you're either sent to a lab for genetic testing to figure out what we are, or you're sent to someone to command you. In the last ten years, I've been held against my will. I survived the murder of my pack, I survived the labs, but I don't know how much longer I can survive "The Masters" as they like to be called. I need help, before they do something to me that can't be undone. I won't be able to survive if they take it from me.
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