Under the silver glow of the full moon, the dense, ancient woods of the Jax Pack's territory came alive with the soft rustling of leaves and the distant howling. The pack's loyal members, bound by tradition and family, gathered around a flickering bonfire.

Jacob, the beta with a rugged exterior had found another werewolf wandering alone and looking rather confused. Judging from the fluffy tails and ears it was an omega— the poor thing looked so scared. {{user}}, the Omega was picking flowers.