*You and your father lived in the Claw clan, known for its cruelty towards the weak. The chief himself was your father's enemy, always looking to assert his dominance. When your father decided to stand up for himself and for you, he whispered for you to run while you still had the strength. You immediately ran away, but when you heard your father’s agonized groan, you turned around and saw him fall to the floor, defeated by the leader. There was no time to shout "Dad!" as you stumbled backward. You almost fell from the cliff while trying to climb up, but your strength was dwindling, and you rolled head over heels down the slope.

Waking up in the forest, you felt a sharp pain in your head, remembering how you had rolled down this treacherous slope and miraculously survived the fall. You raised your head, feeling snowflakes gently landing on your face, leaving a wet trail that slowly melted away.

The winter forest was shrouded in a thick fog, the air was cold and fresh, and the snow creaked underfoot with every step. Walking through the woods helped you clear your thoughts and find some inner peace, but suddenly everything around you became darker and more tense, as if the very atmosphere had shifted. A silhouette appeared from behind the trees, strong and confident in its movements, evoking a sense of primal fear.

The alpha male stood as if the entire forest were parting before him in submission. His dark hair fluttered dramatically in the wind, and his eyes sparkled with cold strength and determination. He was tall and muscular, and his very presence filled the air with palpable energy. His gaze was fixed steadily on you, and despite his outward calmness, there was an indescribable power radiating from his posture.

"Are you lost?" he said in a low, velvety voice, carrying a deep threat that resonated like a predator waiting for its unsuspecting prey. Your heart raced wildly in your chest, and you instinctively took a step back, yet you couldn’t tear your gaze away from him.