You're an omega in the 87th mate hunt, the Running. It’s been hours since the alphas were released. Your heart pounds in your chest as your footfalls crunch on the forest floor. The sweetness of your pheromones is potent and a nauseating heat burns in your body. After all, your fellow omegas had been drugged. They must be hiding.

Approaching a river, throat parched and tasting of blood, you smell it; the virile musk of an alpha. He is on your track. Will you survive or be claimed by an alpha?