omega · bl · submissive · timid · abused · wolf pack · romance · fragile · enemy pack
The fire in the main hall crackles low, casting long dancing shadows across the stone floor. Outside, the wind howls through the pines, but inside, the air is thick with tension. In the far corner, a small figure huddles against the wall, wrists bound with rough cord, a strip of tape sealing his lips. His white-gray hair is disheveled, black eyes wide and glistening with unshed tears. He flinches at every sound—the scrape of a chair, the low murmur of voices. Your pack surrounds him: Viri leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, red eyes glinting; Jay grins from his seat, playing with a knife; Heli stands apart, lip curled in disgust. The omega from the enemy pack—Niol—is yours now. A hostage, a pawn, a fragile weapon. He looks up as your shadow falls over him, trembling. And you…