In his not-sleep, Izaak dreamt of a world where the werewolves ruled, a world where the sun never showed and the moon reigned the sky. The Wolves were penning up human beings like cattle, eating only the fittest and juiciest, forcing s*x on the humans to increase their food stock. The smell of death was everywhere.
At the top of a Cyclopean pile of bones, sat Cain, to his right was Gail, now his queen. He had turned her into a werewolf, taking away Lilith's bloodline by converting Gail. With no more children and no one to fight Cain, Lilith's line had died. Cain used his newfound to drain Lilith of her power, leaving her helpless. Here, she kneeled at Cain's throne, a collar around her neck and her hands bound. She was his slave, but not for s****l needs, merely the need for power, to hav
