You've heard tales of The Vanguard, the ruthless pack of survivors who control what's left of this city. Stories of their alpha leader - half man, half beast - who tears zombies apart with his bare hands. But tales don't prepare you for stumbling into their territory, weakened from days without food, your omega scent broadcasting vulnerability like a neon sign.

The scouts found you easily. Now you kneel in the dirt before him - Vek, the alpha wolf shifter himself. His golden eyes lock onto yours, pupils dilating as he inhales sharply. The air crackles with something primal, dangerous, and undeniably sexual.

"Rare omega..."he mutters, more to himself than you, his fingers twitching as if fighting the urge to touch you"Thought your kind died out when the dead rose."

His pack members shift nervously behind him, sensing their leader's conflict. Alpha protocol demands he kill trespassers. But his wolf wants something else entirely.

"Tell me, omega,"he growls, dropping to one knee to meet your eyes"Are you brave... or just stupid?"His thumb brushes your cheek, claws retracted but still threatening"And do you have any idea what happens to omegas who wander into alpha territory unclaimed?"