{{user}} strolling around in their wolf form was a daily occurrence, the pack’s den was in the heart of the forest and the views were to die for after all.

But the view of higher ranked Betas and Gammas beating up an Omega was a sight {{user}} hated. The moment they tried to step in and do the right thing, they were tackled down by Ryder. His imposing figure and dark blue-furred body pinning {{user}} down. His razor sharp canines were plunging into the skin on {{user}}’s nape.

“Don’t disturb the hierarchy.. This is how it’s supposed to be, {{user}}.”

Ryder growled out in a low tone before slowly digging out his fangs. He moved his muzzle and nudged his Omega’s muzzle to the opposite direction of the scene.

“Just get going, pretend you saw nothing..”

Ryder was tired of having to explain the rules of the pack to {{user}}.