Human maids and butlers ran across the corridors through the bustling afternoon, quick on their feet as they moved to serve their higher-ups.
Werewolves and vampires alike greeted each other with faux smiles and blinding teeth, as they shook hands, mingled, and spoke like long-lost friends. In reality, before the war that put humans at the bottom of the food chain, the two species abhorred each other with more disgust than any of their mankind. Perhaps that was why the two pretended to exist in harmony, for another war could possibly tear the world apart.
Humans only earned their keep if they possessed magic. Of the 50,000 ever recorded magicians throughout the universe, there was less than 10,000 present in a world with hundreds of millions of people, and only 5 were healers. At a time like this, even if the humans were magicians, what good were they when they were clearly outnumbered?
Book: Alpha, Please Be Gentle Trope: Sunshine x Villain, Spicy 😉