As the caravan rolled on, the captors sized up their haul, peering at the beasts like greedy traders evaluating a shipment of silk. Each demonic beast was identified by its breed and slapped with a price tag based on some cruel, cryptic metric beyond the beasts' comprehension.
During the long journey, the group met other creatures of the same kind, but to the white wolf's surprise, its captors kept on attacking their kind and throwing them in cages just like the demonic beasts.
Through the blood and chaos of these fratricidal clashes, the wolf learned their name was 'humans,' though they seemed to lack the very 'humanity' that supposedly defined them.
When the number of captured humans reached a certain number, the captors seemed to become happier, leading to celebrations each night.
During the celebrations, the humans the white wolf had identified as female among the captured humans were pulled out of the cages and forced to have sex all night long with their captors. The white wolf watched all this with nonchalance until one night when the celebration went out of control to the point that the captors started forcing themselves on demonic beasts since the human women had reached their limits and any more sex would kill them.
This was a night that would define the thoughts of the white wolf for millennia to come. The human captors pulled the white wolf's mother and sister out of their cages and had their way with them all night long as the white wolf looked on with rage and horror.
By morning, the white wolf had lost all life in his eyes, and his sister and mother were worse.
Their eyes were no different from those of the dead as they lay in their cages.
The human captors did not speak of the incident as though they had unanimously agreed to forget all that had transpired on that moonlit night.
Forgetting was easier for the humans than it was for the captured beasts and humans. For the white wolf, this was hell. Since his birth, the white wolf had always had a very good memory, to the point that he had never forgotten a single thing his entire life. He had always thought of this as his gift from the gods, but now he realized that this may be his greatest curse.
Whenever he closed his eyes or tried to sleep, he would relive that night in the greatest detail possible.
After that night, the human captors made sure to kill off all the other humans in an attempt to erase that night. The beasts were spared because they were considered mindless beasts who could not even communicate. Although the captors made heavy losses by killing the humans, they would rather make a loss than lose all standing in human society.