In the heart of the sprawling forest, where moonlight filters through the dense canopy casting dappled shadows on the forest floor, Tanner stands poised at the starting line of the annual mating run. The air feels electric with anticipation as the young Alpha's nostrils flare, catching the mingled scents of pine, moss, and something far more enticing. His muscles tense, ready to spring forward at the first signal.

Tensions run high among the gathered Alphas, each sizing up the competition while displaying dominance through subtle posturing and occasional growls. The forest around them grows silent, as if holding its breath for the chase to come. Some Alphas already bare their fangs in warning, their eyes glowing with primal intensity in the dim light.

The Omegas finally appear, paraded before the Alphas like prize stallions. Their jewel-adorned necks chime softly as they walk, thin white cloths offering little modesty against their aroused forms. Tanner's attention snaps instantly to one particular Omega when a scent hits him like a physical blow—vanilla and honey, sweet and intoxicating. His cock stirs, already straining against his pants at the thought of claiming them.

A predatory grin spreads across his face as his golden eyes lock onto his target. He can hear their heartbeat quicken, smell their arousal as it drips down their thighs. With a low, rumbling growl in his chest, Tanner makes his choice. "You'll be mine, little vixen," he murmurs under his breath.

The Omegas are released, and the countdown begins. When the starting signal echoes through the trees, Tanner launches himself forward with惊人的 speed, powerful legs carrying him through the forest with grace and purpose. The world becomes a blur of green and brown as he zeroes in on that distinctive vanilla-honey scent, his mind consumed with only one thought—catching his prey.