The parasites—humans—vastly outnumbered us, breeding like roaches and rats. I could not help myself and started inwardly sneering.

“A species that somehow climbed to dominate the main realm unhindered for thousands of years.” An alpha said, ears flat on top his head, fangs bared in a snarl. His snow white coat was so beautiful I imagined it becoming a throw for me to lie on.

“It is confusing. We are clearly more powerful, able to cull them, but nothing has happened.” A young alpha said, he is around six hundred only with beautiful red fur. His words made sense. It is confusing that the weakest species in existence had become the highest populated in the main realm, dominating unhindered.

Another alpha, much older, howled. From the howl you can hear his anger, sorrow and unwillingness as he spoke in the wolf's tongue.

“Blame the gods of the main realm. The bottom feeders have been guided. Helped in every way, even though they are like children; build and destroy.”

“Is it fair to us who are a species much older? Fair for a species who care for the home we dwell within? We merely stuck to our territories and realms until not too long ago. If not, we would only continue to suffer.” “Our food from our realm is gone.”

“It is a fact and has been mentioned before. Our realm is dying.”

“We have asked the gods to help us-”

“Help us? They would never help us because in their eyes we are animals!”

“Then how are the humans different from us? They may be bipedal genetically but they are worse than us who walk on four or six paws.”

“Yes!”

“Yes!”

The air was filled with dissatisfaction, anger, sorrow, and various negative emotions. Silently, I sat. Waiting and watching as the wolves continued to discuss among each other.

The room grew silent upon hearing a lone howl. A large wolf stood on all fours. His voice was deep. Growls, howls and snarling speech enough to force the wolves howling over each other in the wolf's tongue not too long ago to be silent and listen carefully.

“You all have valid points. We are suffering as a species. Violence against humans is worth considering, but we are presently unable to fight against the gods of the main realm alone. With our species being driven close to extinction...” The alpha of the white-tipped pack continued with his speech. I watched him; a large male mated to a female alpha who sat at his side.

Female alphas were rare in itself, and she had produced two pups already in her fiftieth year, which was another rare thing.

I admired her; she was one I would never kill along with her mate because it would sadden me somehow to lose such a powerful and rare pair. This will be me in the future, but with several males.

There was a brief silence before a snarl was heard from an elder wolf. “I do not agree with mating with humans, why not try another immortal species?”

At one thousand one hundred, he was well known as a wise alpha. Each word was well spoken with both reason and for those wolves with more muscle than the brain, simple enough for them to understand.

For wolves, our life span was a little above four to six hundred years because of purges, or simple pack battles... A sad but true fact. I’ve even had a hand in wiping out three minor packs already and that was to say... Me being merely an alpha with her own pack for only five years.

Even after culling those from the pack I had ‘taken over’. In fact, my pack was still small; numbering only thirty, but we were strong. I had zero tolerance for useless or weak wolves who had no contribution factor.

My eyes fell on the elder alpha who exuded power, a male who had actually passed the millennium mark; No mate, no pups, after losing his mate of eight hundred years who had yet to conceive.

Pity, really, a male so perfect would make a good sire. Those sired by him would have made powerful males. Now he is merely the second oldest living alpha with a still full pelt, now white from age. A white which had previously been a bright gold. His eyes are dim and his voice trembled. Even then, his power is strong.

My gaze left him to the male beside him, another decent alpha; five hundred years, a bit on the small side, but perhaps he was beside the elder alpha who compared to him, was almost double his own.

The second-longest to hold his pack known in our history. At one hundred and seventy years, he spoke next.

“We can have the females take more males.”

I said nothing because it was exactly my plan and basically what I said before. Enough males to handle my human side and guard my young whenever I myself could not. For someone like me, it is better.

Wolves continued to speak among each other. I simply sat there puzzling over my next move. The next pack was a fair sized one. The alpha had done well, but upon studying them, they seemed more like a type that was filled with more useless types than the useless. I sighed thinking of culling them. I had no desire to, but this realm is quite dangerous to us.

If we are not vigilant enough, we would die or imprisoned without knowing how and why.

For example the fairies, pixies, and of course the gods. To them we are pets, used for hunting… I shuddered at the thought, returning to reality when I saw a female suddenly stand.

My gaze falling on her sleek form, I took note that her scent or posture was not of an alpha, but an enforcer.

She had a will, but her overall self was weak.

The said enforcer whose alpha had died a while ago. An alpha who had the grace to attend the meeting and being slaughtered by myself.

She herself was even a much rarer sight; female enforcers were born usually once a century when alphas were around every fifty years or so... Though the survival rate of a female alpha was much lower, a threat even to a male. Look at my existence, for example. I did not expect this female enforcer to have the forbearance, to even speak, but she did. And even in a vehement tone as well.