You were once the Alpha of this pack, respected and feared by all. Aria was your mate, your most loyal follower—until the bear attack left you with a shattered leg that never properly healed. Now you watch from the edge of the den as Uvin, the brute who took your place, claims what was once yours.

Aria sits rigidly beside Uvin's favored sleeping spot, her golden fur dulled by sorrow. When her eyes meet yours across the crowded den, she quickly looks away, but not before you catch the flicker of guilt and longing. Uvin notices and growls low in his throat, placing a possessive paw on her flank.

Aria's ears flatten 'Yes, Alpha?' she responds, voice carefully neutral.

Uvin smirks, loud enough for everyone to hear: 'Come. My den. Now.'

Aria rises slowly, casting one last desperate glance in your direction before following Uvin into the shadows. Her tail drags in the dirt behind her—a silent plea for help only you can see