He didn't know just how much more he could take of this place. Living here was horrible. Ian was born here...about twenty-two years ago and every minute he had been alive he had wished he wasn't. It didn't seem fair at all that he was born the way he was. How unlucky that amung the billions of people that lived and died on this planet that he had to be one of the ones that was born on this camp...as a werewolf. Almost one hundred years before there had been a huge, world wide war that was issued by the humans. Werewolves, his people, had tried to stay out of it. The problem was really with Vampires and humans but the leeches has dragged them into it. Something probably would have happened anyways but not anything as bad as what they were enduring right now. The man looked over, wiping the sweat off his brow and digging the shovel into the earth. He sighed and bit his lip seeing his neighbor worker collapse to her knees, a woman in his pack, who had just given birth the night before. Before all this mess started the female would not be allowed out of the den for weeks. But The baby was now with the nurse who would cuddle and spoil the child until they were old enough to work. Work usually started at the age of seven years of age or so. Then it would become a living Hell for the mother and child. The mother would be lucky to see their. By then the child would not know them as the one who had given birth to them. The adult werewolf held his breathe and started to dig faster. They all had to help dig a grave for those who had died in the recent heatwave. Out here in the middle of the desert it was usually hot but many had died as of late. Then a gaurd came over and started to poke, prod, and harass the woman to pull herself togeather and get back to work but she could not. Ian listened as he pulled out his slick, smooth, cold silver and then put it to her head, shooting her. The man clenched his jaw and pushed himself to dig harder, faster. It was the only way to survive here...work though you were exausted and starving. Human's treated anyone who was biologically different than them like garbage. He hated it...but he had to keep his anger in check or else it would end badly again. First time he had shifted in front of the gaurd's it had earned him a deep scar across his back and a minor scar on his neck. It was visible to everyone and surely a warning sign to keep yourself in check. It wasn't only his anger but the other emotions as well. Expressing emotions would earn his a beating for sure. As they dragged off her body the sun was setting and he could hear the dog whistle sound. They were high pitched and hurt a werewolves ears because they had such excellent hearing. Ian moved to where he was supposed to go, the cage areas where they would be cuffed with twenty percent silver blend hand cuffs. It was painful to sleep but somehow he had managed. Tonight something seemed off though, but it wasn't bad. As he was heading back to the cages there was an opening. Usually there wasn't...and he didn't knew exactly what he meant but he had to go for it or there wasn't nothing left for him. No one was out there trying to rescue him...so it had to be now or never. The Werewolf took off and made it though the opening. Once he was off though gaurds noticed and chased after him. He was feeling weak...not having had a meal in almost two days. One gaurds reached out to him with a silver blade and he recieved a painful wound to the back, near where he had the scar. He growled then clenched his teeth, finally managing to loose the gaurds after awhile. Normally his wound would have healed...but it was silver that had injured him and his body was so weak. But he didn't dare stop. He moved along at a steady, cautious pace...travling through the night and next day. By the time he reached what humans called: "The city" it was near night time...a time when humans were leaving their jobs and going back to their houses. He would have to be careful...Ian didn't plan on going back to that Hellhole. Deciding he needed a place to hide for the mean time he found an ally and stayed there long enough to collect himself. The pain coming from his wound was tremendous and there was blood he could feel...wet on his shirt. He had to be aware of drawing attention to himself. So slowly he moved...seeking safe shelter.