As the wolves were free in dominance and power, and having the ability to select the fittest and best to be the next generation of immortals, plus with all the best food to hand they grew larger and stronger. The very best were turned, to be the next generation of wolves but the weakest and smallest were taken to be pets or babies for a pack that could not or did not want to reproduce. Thousands of humans were used as wolf bait, slaves, house servants, pets, toys and adult babies. Humans grew to be scared and wary of the wolves - if a wolf choose you, for whatever reason, there was no higher power to appeal to and no option to be rescued. Anarchy reigned and with no semblance of order, civilisation crumbled. They built their own super-sized communities, took the majority of the resources and left humans to fend for themselves. In most instances, humans were allowed to live normal lives but all the governing bodies answer to the werewolves and priority was given to the wolves. When he was little, werewolves revealed themselves to the human population and swiftly overpowered mankind. By the time it was pitch black he knew he had to call it a night and make his way back to his shelter of cardboard boxes and tin from an old dog kennel he called home. He twisted and turned through the streets for another hour, slowly filling up his bag with meat bones, over ripe fruit, more vegetable scraps and a carton of milk dregs. Normally he didn't mind dogs, but this deep bark, indicating a large dog had him running scared. Snatching the bag and stuffing it into his backpack he ran down the street as the barking got closer. Reaching in the rubbish and grabbing a bag of scraps, he heard a dog barking that made him jump. His stomach rumbled from a day of nothing but water and he knew if he didn't find something soon he'd no doubt pass out from weakness. Jordan preferred to creep around in the dark but without a torch or light it did make it hard to find decent food.
The sky had gone from blue to pink to orange and was now going black as night set in. He had an old backpack, so far empty, but he was hoping this well-to do street would be lucky. Jordan rummaged through the trash can, knowing that with garbage collection tomorrow he needed to find enough food for a few days.
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