As Ana had suspected upon arrival, there were no other women in the pack. The other wolves following Greyback were men. Occasionally they might bring a woman to the caves, but she was usually a muggle and was either released in a magically enhanced daxe afterwards to wanted the forest or else was never seen again, though the wolf who brought her might have acquired something looking dangerously akin to a tooth or small bone.
Ana spent most of her days alone in Greyback's den, chained to the wall and guarded by only a single wolf of the dozen to maybe twenty that resided in the caves. Normally it was a rotation of only a few wolves who kept watch over her, so she got to know them pretty well. Michael was in his forties and had been a herbologist for a private research facility when he was bitten a decade before. He had enough money to cover his cost of living for a time but once he needed to find work again not only did his company shun him, but so did friends, and anyone who might have offered him any kind of job. Even manual labor. Eventually he gave up and opted to take what was left of his belongings out here to live in Greyback's little private society.
Then there was Oscar. He was older than Michael; maybe close to sixty. Like Michael he was no longer able to find work so he had joined the pack. Unlike Michael, he also condoned what Greyback was doing. All that aside though, he was a nice enough man, if one for very few words.
Ana's favorite was Peter. He was young, twenty or so, and so they had plenty to talk about. His story was the saddest she had heard. His parents were both home schooled in their youth so they were naïve to new developments in the world. When he was bitten only two years before he was cast out of his home and having little skill to base a career on (which if he had not been bitten would have been a bright one in the field of studying ancient numerology), no one would have hired him to do much. Like so many other men in the pack he had come to escape persecution and in hopes of being surrounded by those like himself. What he hadn't counted on was the personal agenda that became so painfully clear once he arrived. And once he had, there was no getting out.
One afternoon when the others were gone and everything was quiet, Peter was talking with Ana. "I don't care about the blood races. No one knows as much as they think they do about their purity anymore. What I want is equality."
Ana nodded and drew a response in the sand in front of her feet, crossed under her knees as she sat Indian style on the ground near the den's entrance. 'And the werewolf superiority idea?'
"Stupid. Who cares if we're tops? As far as I've read, lycanthropy is more like a disease or a condition than a state of being. Who wants to hand over the world to that? No I think the whole thing is a terrible idea. I just want to be able to hold down a job, have a family, have a life…without discrimination."
Ana was miserable in the pack, but not as much as she thought she would be. Greyback, for all his misgivings, made certain to feed her well, let her have enough chain to walk about the den freely and even managed conversation occasionally. What really got to Ana was the abuse. At night, sometimes as many as three times before he was tired, he would take her. It was like her purpose in life was to be his personal whore. Although she had no reason to be able to compare, Ana figured she was the most well treated whore in the country. Things could definitely worse, but that prompted the question: why weren't they?