Just an update about Demonic Regime. Radish Fiction was the original site where I posted this story, and if you haven't heard yet, they are closing at the end of the year. I was trying to figure out how to navigate this story being on Tapas and Radish Fiction (not breaking any rules), but with RF now shutting down, it made it easier.
I will be bringing it over to Tapas, and it'll be the new home for it, along with my Patreon.
I plan to edit and add to the first couple of seasons—they're just not as in-depth as the later seasons. If you've read this story before, there will be new content.
The werewolves have left the shadows of the mountains. They now walk the streets in their true form without fear of being seen. The packs had grown tired of answering to humans, whose rank was below that of the lowest omega, so together, they went to war.
The humans fell on the North American continent, and the rest of the world followed. The ones who survived were driven south. Those who were left became pack property, to be used, traded, and mated as the pack saw fit.
Werewolves have staked a claim on the world as the land is divided into territories. Northern America was split between three encompassing packs. Northern Ridge took the north—Midfield to the Western lands and Wolfsbane to the East. Humans are allowed to live free in the Southern area, but packs from South America keep them from wandering too far into their territory. Some humans continue the fight, while others take the easier path and choose to submit.
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