MY STORY

DAMON’S POV

“If I have to ask again, it won’t be pretty.” I say to Morgana.

Of all the pets I’ve had Morgana is the most interesting. She knows her place, but she isn’t scared of me. All the other pets I had would whimper and even cry at the sound of my voice. All the other pets I’ve had committed suicide. Some because I was probably too harsh on them and others just because they hated me so much they would rather die than serve me.

But Morgana is different. She hates me, I can sense that but there’s a determination in her eyes when I look at her. It makes me curious and at the same time cautious of her. She may be a puny human and no match for my werewolf force, but despite the show I put on about being all powerful and disregarding the lives of humans, I do not underestimate anyone and I’m definitely not about to underestimate Morgana.

As werewolves, we have an instinct instilled in us, if someone has bad intentions towards us, we can sense it. Basically every human and vampire we have captive here has bad intentions towards us, but I don’t sense determination in them. They’re hopeless, they know they can’t out power us. The kind of determination I sense in Morgana is one to be weary of. Which is why I asked her to tell me about herself.

“What would you like to know master?” She asks in a calm tone.

“Everything.” I say leaning forward in my chair as I place my elbows on my knees. She looks so tiny in her cage. Exposed, vulnerable. I’ve always thought it was funny how puny humans are with respect to werewolves.

“Tell me everything.”

“My name is Morgana Dracarys. I’m 18 years old and I’m a slave. Your slave.”

Dracarys. Not a name you hear often. I’m only five years older than her. I watch her twist her face as she starts saying her next words.

“My parents and I used to serve at the vampire nation. Before the werewolves attacked.”

She says making me curious. I wonder what her role was at the vampire nation. If she used to serve that means she wasn’t one of the rich humans.

“You were a slave before.” I state and she nods her head at me.

“We were used for blood. A few times a month the vampire masters would feed from us and the other humans they held captive.”

“What about the rich ones?” I ask although I know the answer already. I just want to make her narrate her side of the story.

“They were left alone in the human nation. No one bothered them. The rich would sell the poor as slaves to the vampires. It was the only way to keep the peace they said. If we didn’t provide the vampires with humans, then they would take us by force. What better alliance than to get rid of the poor to be used as breeders and blood banks for the vampires.” She scoffs at her last statement.

Things were a lot better when the witches were around many years ago. My father would tell me stories about how they used to protect the humans from the vampires. The vampires however succeeded in massacring the lot of them and the few that survived proceeded to go into hiding in the forbidden forests. A witch hasn’t been spotted in decades.

It is rumored that the witches cast a spell on the forbidden forests. Only humans could enter. People say the humans that escape from time to time seek refuge in the forests where the witches live. That’s considering they even make it that far.

The vampires and werewolves have always been enemies. The only thing stopping them from attacking us and taking us as slaves like they did to the humans was an agreement signed a long time ago between a werewolf alpha and a vampire lord. That was the only thing keeping them off our backs. A piece of paper.

It was only about time until they decided to attack us, to take the power for themselves. Luckily for the werewolf nation, we were faster. We found a way to take control of both the vampires and humans under my command. My father would be proud if he were alive to see my achievements.

“The vampires were vulnerable during the day. Why didn’t’ the humans think to attack?” I ask knowing the answer already but curious to hear her response.

“The vampire nation was specifically built in such a way that the sun’s rays wouldn’t penetrate their nation for hundreds of square meters. It was a fortress. They would trade at night and make it back to their nation before it was day given their speed. The vampire nation was impenetrable. They were never vulnerable. Not until the werewolves attacked.”

Correct. The vampires were slave to the sunlight but not in their nation. It took them years to build but they did it. An envelop around their nation protecting them from the sun. That is of course until I destroyed half of it and captured half their people.

“Where are your parents now?” I question.

“Dead.” She replies raising her head as she stares at me in spite. “When the werewolves attacked they took both humans and vampires as slaves. My parents tried to fight back and they were burned alive. Right in front of me. They were killed and their only crime was that they tried to protect their daughter.” I notice a tear escape her eyes.

I want to feel sorry for her, but I can’t. When you spend a long time caring about nothing else but the survival of your species, it tends to become your personality. It’s sad what happened to her, it’s sad that she has to be used as a slave. But it’s for the greater good, for the werewolf nation. I will always protect my people.

I raise my head looking out the window above her cage. It’s dark outside already.

“Good night Pet.” I say as I stand making my way back to my bed. I’ve heard all I needed to know. She’s angry but clueless. Even if she was plotting something, she wouldn’t know how to go about it. And most importantly, she doesn’t know our secret.