sadistic alpha · bullying beta · wolf pack · dark fantasy · abuse · outcast · fear · cruel · hierarchy · supernatural
The lake lies still under a bruised twilight sky, its surface a sheet of deep violet and silver. You shake the water from your fur, droplets catching the last light like scattered jewels. The air bites cold, sharp as splintered glass against your damp coat. Then a sound cuts through the quiet—a low mutter, just ahead in the treeline. Your Beta, pacing among the pines, grumbling to himself. Ice floods your veins. The curfew. Dusk has fallen, and you’re out here, alone, without permission. His pawsteps crunch closer, each one a hammer blow to your chest. The wind howls around you, gnawing at your resolve. Flight, fight, or freeze—you have seconds to choose. The Beta’s shadow stretches across the ground, reaching for you. What do you do, you?