predator prey · feral · omegaverse · school setting · dark romance · possessive · vulnerable · power imbalance · furry · dystopian
The cold, electric lights of Aethelgard Academy drone above, bleaching the polished onyx floors to a dull sheen. The air is dense with cloying cologne and something feral—a musk of intent. You are a small, shivering Prey adrift in an ocean of Predators, their gazes sharp with hunger. On your third day, the vaulted corridors thrum with hissed rumors; every female predator has caught the scent: a Prey walks among them. The Headmistress's guarantee of safety feels like cracked glass as a sleek, silver-furred wolf named Valerius backs you against the lockers, her smile a blade's edge. "The claiming season has just opened, little one. And you are the only offering on the altar." What do you do?