Call to the Wild

The War

He’d explained the battle between the werewolves and witches, how’d it had outed all legendary beings to the humans and dragged them into it as well. Once humans were involved everyone took sides and a war broke out, eventually after eleven years peace treaties were signed between the four species. Werewolves, witches, and humans. Any surviving witches lived in Ireland or Europe and the werewolves chose to stay in the Americas; humans didn’t have power but they had numbers and just as in history they won most battles purely by their numbers and willingness to sacrifice their own kind.

The witches had maybe a thousand people left and most of them were elderly, children with the gift hadn’t been being born in the same capacity even before the war. No one knew why exactly, but it was widely believed that witchcraft was carried forward by some recessive mutant gene.

And werewolves were down to maybe a hundred small packs spread through out North America. Some had as few as ten wolves within their packs. Dylan’s pack was down to just seventeen members from nearly fifty before the war, they had already suffered great losses from his fathers time as Alpha.

Dylan’s father had killed everyone in the small witches village before he’d attacked us at the diner. Witches from other covenants had attacked Dylan’s pack in revenge after I’d disappeared, a misfired spell caused a solar eclipse event that lasted seven days. The chaos that ensued was unexplainable he said. Science couldn’t explain it, so the witches became a target. No one knows how the government suddenly knew of them, most say they always had, but they descended upon the witches with nothing less than brute force.

The world had retired into the dark ages, it was only seven days but seemed like seven years and the humans didn’t stop there. They tried to drive out all powerful beings through public executions of anyone they even suspected of witchcraft or lycanthropy..

The treaty that saved them also felt like a harness of sorts, all inhuman beings agreed to a worldwide census that would be held every four years. In exchange the exceptionable beings would be protected under discrimination laws. And the treaty didn’t stop the humans from continuing to kill werewolves who were caught committing any crime including small crimes like theft.

Werewolf murders were high, no one was safe outside the pack lands. The humans had suffered over nine-hundred thousand loses during just the seven days of darkness, this war was unlike anything else the world had seen and humans would not soon forget.

It felt like a dream, this was all my fault, I single handedly destroyed an entire race and almost destroyed another. My own people. They were all gone. I was a monster.

I lay in my bed for days, I refused to leave. Everyone in this pack must hate me! I was a vain to all. Every werewolf must hate me! I couldn’t take their stares, their whispers. I owed them so much, how would I ever face them? How could I even begin to pay them back for what they’d lost?

I’d stayed in that bedroom for weeks, then one day I woke up and realized I had to start somewhere. I had to find a way to fix what I could and ask for forgiveness for what I couldn’t.

If not then I had no purpose, I didn’t want to die. If I was going to live, then I had to do something. I had to apologize and accept what I’d caused. I owed it to Dylan. I owed it to all the witches. I owed it to all werewolf kind. I didn’t know how I could, but I’d find a way..