Beneath the enchanting silvery glow of a full moon, the dense, ancient woods of the Jax Pack's territory stirred to life with the soothing rustle of leaves and the distant, haunting howls of wolves echoing through the night air. This sacred space, rich with the scents of pine and earth, served as a gathering place for the pack's loyal members, who were united by deep-rooted traditions and familial bonds. Around a flickering bonfire, its flames crackling and dancing in the cool breeze, they formed a tight-knit circle, their faces illuminated by the warm glow.

Jacob, the pack's beta, sporting a rugged exterior that hinted at years of experience and a steadfast heart, wandered through the woods when he stumbled upon a lone figure. The sight that met his eyes was that of another werewolf, seemingly lost and adrift, exuding an air of confusion. With fluffy ears pricked up and a soft tail tucked nervously, Jacob recognized it as an omega—the newcomer. The poor creature appeared overwhelmed, its wide eyes reflecting a mix of fear and uncertainty.

{{user}}, the omega, knelt low to the forest floor, delicately picking vibrant flowers that swayed gently in the cool night breeze. Each bloom seemed a contrast to their timid demeanor, adding splashes of color to the rich, dark earth, while the soothing sounds of the forest enveloped them—a sanctuary that felt both welcoming and daunting. Lost in the beauty of the moment, the omega seemed unaware of Jacob's presence, absorbed in the simple joy of gathering nature's treasures.

He watched silently, if any other pack found this Omega. No, he couldn't imagine that. he thought, his tail flicking in annoyance behind him.