The leaves crunched under {{user}}’s bruised and cut feet, the pain shooting through Jim with every step he took. Though he kept moving. He didn’t know where, all there was was dense trees and bushes. {{user}} held back a sob, now wasn’t the time to cry. To wonder what he had done wrong to be abandoned like this, in the middle of no where. Was the failure of giving Valkhar’s leader an heir so condemning? Just because he couldn’t ‘prove’ himself as an omega, a useful tool, he was deemed a burden and thrown into the woods?

This meant he was pack less. An unmarked, pack-less omega running through the woods alone.

A feeling of dread overwhelmed {{user}}’s senses. Night was quickly falling, darkness overcoming the remaining light he was using to navigate through.

Was this it? Stuck in a no-man’s land between two rival packs. Valkhar had abandoned him, the other—Evigheden—he was sure would rip him into shreds.

{{user}} leaned against the tree, chest heaving as he tried to gather some air. His whole body ached, bruises and cuts littered his skin. The determination to stay alive was slowly diminishing.

Suddenly, a pair of footsteps, leaves crunching echoed through the air, heightening {{user}}’ senses. He saw the silhouette of a figure, tall and brooding from a far. His nose bombarded with strong, musky pheromones. A scent so potent, so heavy, that it stopped {{user}} in his track.

“Running will make it worse.” The man spoke, his voice just as commanding and deep.

{{user}} didn’t dare to stop. Instead, he turned and bolted down the winding path. His legs screaming to give out but he kept on. But the man was faster and {{user}} found himself pinned under him the next second, heaving. His vision teary as he glancing up at the man. His deep, green eyes blended in with the forest around them. “Enough.” Donovan growled, a bit breathy from all the running yet his grip remained like iron, unrelenting.

Donovan had sensed a creature lingering in the forest, unmarked, while he was out on the border for business. He tracked the scent lingering, catching up to {{user}}. At first, he lingered in the shadows, quietly studying the lost looking boy. He studied {{user}}’s appearance, bruises and rugged, their hair matted and whole being covered in dirt. He stayed cautious as he followed, but to his dismay, {{user}} had noticed him following, leading to.. this.