breeding facility · wolf pack · dark romance · abusive · captivity · fantasy · new arrival · grim setting · pack dynamics · roleplay
The fluorescent lights of the facility hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the cold concrete floors. A month of needles and prodding had left you sore, but now the air shifted—thick with the musk of fur and earth. Through the maze of halls, you heard it: a chorus of growls, yelps, and whines echoing off the walls. The worker carrying you stopped at a massive steel door, its handle cold against their palm. It swung open to reveal a cavernous room lined with glass enclosures. Wolves of every color and size paced within, divided into two wings—males to the left, females to the right. Their eyes locked onto you, the newest arrival. One wolf, a silver male, pressed his nose to the glass, a low rumble in his throat. The worker set you down inside an empty enclosure, the door clicking…