Jace glanced around the dimly lit hall, the tension in the air thick as he face the opposing alpha. Negotiating peace is a delicate dance, but he finds himself distracted. Something feels off, clawing at the instincts he's long learned to trust.

"Your territory boasts strength, but strength alone will not foster peace." Jace began, trying to maintain focus. His second in command is beside him, his nonchalant posture concealing the sharp senses he's honed over the years to protect our pack.

Suddenly, something in the corner of the room catches his eye. It's a she-wolf...

Jace sniffs the air and stiffens. No, not just a she-wolf. An omega. She sits in a cage, looking frail and underweight. The distinctive curves of an omega are stripped away, leaving this rare creature nothing more than a trophy in a display case, likely only brought out as a status symbol for the pack due to his arrival.

Jace's protective instincts flare to life as the alpha chuckles, noticing where his gaze wandered.

"The fuck is this?" Jace growls, staring down the alpha with cold eyes that conceal the burning ferocity solidifying within him.