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Fair warning that there will be slavery in this, so please be aware.

Last update time: 7/11/16, 10:56 a.m.

Dedicated to VillainousBird and TheSkyeWolf!!! :)

Jackson loved his big brother. Their parents had died when they were both young, and Jack's older brother volunteered to take care of him. They were really close, going everywhere together, doing everything together; Jack even tagged along to work with Aiden during the weekends when school was in or any time during the summer when school was out. Jack was twelve, so that meant he was in sixth grade.

They were both werewolves, but that was okay. Werewolves lived in joint with humans, and had all the same rights and privileges, some even having more. But that was all about to change.

One day, Jackson came home from school, happy as can be. But he came home to a surprise. "Jack! Get as many clothes and things that you need as possible! Hurry!" his brother yelled. "Go on!"

Jackson had no idea what was going on, but his big brother seemed very panicky and it seemed important that he listened, so he ran up the stairs and grabbed as many clothes as possible, throwing them in a small suitcase. He also grabbed some other things, like his pillow, a small blanket, and a couple of his favorite books. When he was finished, he zipped up the suitcase and ran down the stairs.

"What's wrong, brother? What's-" he was cut off when Aiden cupped his hand over his mouth. "Hush bud! Follow me, in here." he rushed into the living room and dragged Jackson with him by the arm, turning on the television. He flipped it to the live news channel, where a shocked reporter was speaking in dismay.

_"Again, I say again, it seems like the president and congress has called a complete domestication and enslaving of all werewolves in the country. She says it will help our economy by removing them from being citizens, and it would even eventually pay off most to all of the country's debt. Many agree with this, but there are small groups that disagree." _she paused as a man whispered in her ear.

"And as we speak, the president has made yet another decision with congress: anyone working to help any wolf or _wolves from this will be sentenced to five years in prison with a minimum fine of two-hundred-thousand dollars; and any wolf above the age of fifteen resisting will be sentenced to death, and any wolf under fifteen will be locked in a makeshift wolf prison and starved every three days and fed normally for only one day, until a human comes to buy them for a set price."_ the television set was shut off as Aiden frantically got up and closed all the blinds of every window, and shut off all the lights. Through this, Jackson just sat in awe and confusion, and even terror.

Aiden went over and hugged Jackson, nuzzling him. "Don't worry, Aunt Amy is coming to pick us up in her car. She knows a place in the woods where we can hide. Look," he pointed out the small crack in the blinds, "there she is now. It will be okay." he grabbed their things and they ran outside to her small golden car, where their aunt, Amy, was driving and frantically rushing them with hand signs to get in and hurry about doing so.

A screeching of tires alerted them, as a white truck with men in the back armed with guns, chains and ropes came hurtling toward them. "Crap! Get in, hurry!" Aiden ushered Jack toward the car. Jack tripped and yelped, and Aiden got into the car, offering him his hand. "Hurry!" he said as Amy started to slowly drive off. Jack whimpered. "But I scraped my knee! It hurts!"

"Get over it, grab my hand!" his brother commanded as the white truck pulled up, and the men got out, running to Jack. He whimpered in fear as the men grabbed him and started dragging him toward the truck. "No, no! Let me go!" he yelled as the men cuffed his wrists and carried him to the truck. "Brother!"

Aiden's hand fell as Amy sighed sadly and sped up into the woods behind their house. "No..."

Amy sighed as a tear ran down her face. "We have to let him go. They'll kill us if we are caught like this. He will still live. You heard that reporter."

"I know, I just..." he cried and slammed the door shut.

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"Where are you taking me? Please, let me go! My brother is back there! I need him!" Jackson cried at the men who surrounded him in the back of the truck.

"Shut up, pup, you'll never see him again. Our units will find them eventually, and they'll be put to death. You don't need squat, you little squirt, except maybe a bridle or a rope around your stupid yapping maw." he poked poor Jack in the back with a baton.

Jackson kept quiet for the rest of the ride, and eventually they arrived at a large building. The man who scolded him earlier grinned and said, "This women here had a request to buy a twelve year old pup for her own use, a male. That's you here, got it? She's already paid for you want we were ordered to drop you directly off at her house here. Be good for the lady, pup." he grinned and took him out and stood him up in front of the lady. The rest of the men stayed in the truck.

"Hello there," the young lady smiled, "I'm Jill, your new owner. But you may call me Mrs. Jill or ma'am. You must be little Jackson I heard about." she rubbed Jackson's head and smiled and took the key from the man, who got back in the truck and they drove off, and unlocked the cuffs from poor Jack.

"Please let me go! They took me from my home, a-and my brother! I also have school, a-and-" he was cut off yet again as Mrs. Jill spoke.

"No, young pup, that's all in the past now. You no longer go to school and you no longer have a brother. It will be easier for you if you just accept these things, okay? You're my little pup now." she patted his head and led him into the house, and he sadly obeyed.

The nice but scary lady gave him a tour around the large house, around the large lot, and even offered to give him an ATV ride through the woods' long trails, even though Jackson refused the offer; he wasn't in the mood for fun. He could have cared less. At one point in time, when Mrs. Jill was showing him around the multiple main rooms-like the bathrooms, the kitchen, and the living room and the large sun room-they met the rest of the family getting ready to eat at the large table in the dining room. Mrs. Jill's husband, Mr. Isaac, Mr. Isaac's brother and sister, Mrs. Jill's parents, and even Mrs. Jill and Mr. Isaac's son, Blake, who was about fifteen.

Mr. Issac had sort of an attitude, but he was nice for the most part. Mrs. Jill was kind, and caring; she seemed like she was trying her best to make Jackson feel included in the family, even though it wasn't working a whole lot, which made her frustrated and she even snapped at him to pay attention to what she was saying one of the times when he was looking around at the elegant structure of the house, but she quickly apologized and he nodded in understanding.

Their son, Blake, had been sneaking around after he met Jackson, following curiously and hiding behind corners and couches, tables and counters, bushes and plants and trees. Mrs. Jill didn't seem to notice, but Jackson could smell him and even hear the boy's loud thumping as he stalked his mother and her new wolf. Jackson didn't say anything about the boy's stalking, and instead tried as hard as possible to pay attention to his new owner.

At their last stop, the master bedroom where Mr. Isaac and Mrs. Jill slept, Mrs. Jill smiled and ruffled Jackson's hair. "Alright. This is the master bedroom. My husband and I sleep in here. You must never go in here, understand? Not even to clean or to make the bed or anything like that. We do that ourselves. If I ever catch you in there for absolutely any reason, there'll sure be a mark on your rear end for a few days. Got it, little pup?" she asked with a kind, sly smile. Jackson nodded in understanding.

Just then, there was a loud thump, along with an "Oof!", and Jackson and Mrs. Jill both turned around to see Blake on his elbows, quickly scrambling back up on his feet in embarrassment. "Oh, uh... h-hey, mom. I didn't see you there... I-I tripped, you see."

She chuckled. "Oh, right. Sure. I'm sure you did. Anyway, while you're both here and with each other, why don't you both go run off somewhere, go play and get to know each other. Go make friends, alright? Little Jackson here is going through a lot, and having a friend might help him." she smiled again and walked away, leaving the pair together to talk or do whatever they liked.

It was Blake who spoke first. "S-so, uh... what's with you? Why did you come here?" he asked curiously.

Jackson growled. "The government decided to rip the wolf population to shreds by enslaving it. So apparently I'm Mrs. Jill's stupid servant now, or something like that. I can remember the perfect day until I got home from school; the perfect day of autumn, the cool crisp air; I was in my wolf form as I walked home, so the cool sensation of the breeze through my fur was brilliant. The school day was just fine, all my teachers are-were-nice and I didn't really have any bullies to worry about. The walk home was calm and silent, as it was early and not many people were out and about yet. But then I got home and my whole day fell apart; and eventually I found myself here in this place." he looked down and sighed.

"Oh, I'm sorry man. Well, my mom's nice, so... if you're really her servant like you say you are, I guess just listen and act good and you won't have to worry about anything. Right?" Blake pointed out.

"Right." Jack said bluntly. "I just play the good little dog and in return I get a treat." he groaned in embarrassment at the realization. "This is going to be great..."

"It's not all bad, at least you aren't like any of the other wolves in the country that are being hunted down for defiance and... put down. You know?"

Jackson growled. "Just shut up." he rolled his eyes and walked off.

"H-hey, where are you going? Wolfie?" Blake probed as the wolf walked away.

Jackson growled and snapped his head around, walking back over to him. "Don't call me that! I'm not some stupid pet! I'm a person, too!" he shook his head angrily and huffed, turning around again and walking away.

Blake took a step back but chuckled. "Well, you kinda are... heh..." he frowned when he realized his mistake.

"I said _shut up!" _Jackson snarled and cried as he turned back to him again, getting in his face. "Just stop!" he pushed the older boy down to the ground and he gasped in shock.

"H-hey, I didn't mean-" he was cut off by his own mother.

"What's going on here? Jackson? Did I just see you push my son?" she frowned and looked down at him sternly, making Jack instantly drop his gaze in submission.

"N-no, ma'am, I-I... he just tripped, I think." he lied, his nose twitching nervously.

She chuckled in annoyance. "Oh, is that so? Lying to me too, eh? Well it looks like we'll have to do something about that, won't we? I'm nice if you behave but I'm not afraid to discipline you, got it?" she grabbed his arm and tugged him down the hall.

"But I-"

"Hush little pup!"

He looked down and whimpered. "But he was making fun of me!"

"But _I said hush!"_ she retorted, turning him around and lifting his chin up with her index finger.

They stopped at a door that looked broken down; the paint was peeling, the doorknob looked many years old and it was wobbly. Mrs. Jill opened it and motioned inside. "Go on."

"Wh-what are we doing...?"

"You'll see. Just go in." she said, and Jackson obeyed, walking in. She smiled and pointed to the corner, where a girl about his age was sitting.

"What's she doing here? Who is she?" Jackson asked curiously.

"Well, I was going to lock you in here for a little bit until you learned your lesson, but I realize that you just go there and you've also been through a lot in the past day or so. So I decided to drop it altogether. But anyway, she was supposed to be a play mate for you when you arrived earlier. She just got here about an hour ago, while we were walking around the property and the house. I just figured that if you and Blake couldn't get along, maybe you could get along with another wolf. Right?"

He tilted his head and sighed. "I guess so..." She's still not like my brother, he thought to himself, but he didn't say it aloud.

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That's it guys! Thanks for reading, and let me know what you thought! The funnily ironic part about this is that I totally made these characters' names up off the top of my head, yet Jill is the name of my grandmother and Amy is the name of my aunt... the only difference being that Jill is a lot different than my grandma and my Aunt Amy is a lot different than Jackson's Aunt Amy... my Aunt Amy would not be such a jerk, nor would she be such a selfish coward like Jackson's aunt. Another funny thing is that this entire story is based off of a dream I had :/

The female president in no way is Hillary Clinton, for anyone who might be triggered. Please do not judge or hate just because I have my own opinion, please. Thanks for understanding! :)

If you want more of this story, let me know! If someone wants more, I will write a little bit more! But until then, bye! ^_^