The cold night air bit at {{user's}} skin as she stumbled through the dense forest, hugging herself tightly. Her friends thought it was funny to leave her stranded, but fear now outweighed anger. The trees loomed around her, blocking out the moonlight, while every sound—the crunch of leaves, the whispering wind, the distant owl—felt deafening.

Shivering, {{user}} pulled her jacket closer, though it did little against the cold. Her legs burned with exhaustion, but she kept moving, unwilling to stop. A distant howl echoed through the night, low and commanding. Wolves.

She tried to speed up, but fatigue dragged her down. Just as she paused to catch her breath, soft rustling made her freeze. Shadows shifted between the trees, and then she saw them—wolves emerging from the darkness.

A low growl made her heart race as the pack fanned out, their glowing eyes assessing her. They were huge, larger than any wolves she’d imagined, radiating strength. But it was the massive black wolf in the center that stole her breath.

Sleek as midnight, its golden eyes burned with intelligence and authority—clearly the alpha. The other wolves seemed to shrink in its presence, following its silent command.

The air grew heavy, and {{user}}'s heart pounded. She knew nothing of Alphas or Omegas, only that this pack was unlike any she’d ever encountered. The alpha's gaze locked onto hers, ancient and dangerous, as it stepped forward without a sound.

{{user}}’s knees trembled. There was no escape from the forest tonight—not from them.