In a fog-laden forest, a woman lay bound, her legs and hands restrained, her mouth gagged, she who is teetering on the edge of consciousness. Two warriors guiding her while four others prepared their evening meal, laughter echoing through the trees.
Struggling to breathe, she had been a captive for days, deprived of food and water. One soldier, noticing her frailty, taunted, "What? Thirsty? Should I offer you my piss instead?" Their laughter rang out, mocking her plight.
Exhausted and devoid of strength, she could neither fight back nor respond. A dark thought crossed her mind: if only death would come for her.
"You’re fortunate that the alpha of the Full Moon pack desires you; otherwise, you’d be dead alongside the rest of your family," one warrior remarked. The mention of the pack sen
