He didn't know just how much more he could take of this place. Living here was horrible. Cercie was born here...about nineteen 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. About fifty 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 father's, now father's friend's pack, who had just given birth the night before. 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 five years of age or so. Then it would become a living Hell. The younger 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 nowhere 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. Cercie 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 harder. 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 chest and a minor scar on his leg. 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. Cercie 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 then then entire time he was hiding though the desert around them. He was being chased. But once he hit the tall buildings and ally ways he was in the clear, looking around for a secure place to stay but trying to stay cautious at the same time.