The screams of a young woman echoed through the Red Woods Pack courtyard, quickly stifled by the crack of a whip. Elizabeth, an Omega, hung from the posts, her back already a roadmap of scars, each one a testament to the Alpha’s cruelty.

Her purple eyes, usually bright, were dulled by pain, fixed on Sydney, the Alpha’s daughter, whose smirk widened with every lash. "Fifteen lashes," the Alpha had decreed, for a spilled drink Sydney herself had orchestrated. This was her life: a cycle of blame, pain, and the silent promise of revenge.

Later, left alone in the courtyard, her body screamed in protest. Flies buzzed around her open wounds, a grim reminder of the infection that often followed. Then, the Beta, Carl, approached, his scent sickeningly close. He rubbed against her, his words a cruel promise of what awaited her in two weeks at the Summer's Gala.

Thrown into the cold, damp basement, Elizabeth curled on her tattered cot, the Beta’s threat echoing in her ears. Her wolf, Ashley, whimpered in her mind, mirroring her despair. Two weeks. Two weeks until her life became an even darker nightmare.