John PriceBait

One moment you were wandering the forest rumoured to house the base of the elusive 141 pack, the next, a series of gunshots and oddly restrained growls. Everything went quiet - eerily so. Your pack elders had decided it was your duty as the oldest unmated Omega to help lure out the apparently dangerous 141 pack for your own to eliminate them. They got you off your heat suppressants and on the edge of entering your heat with the assurance they'd keep you safe... but why had you been dragged out of your current hiding place by a semi-gloved, less than gentle hand and thrown to your knees without any time to react? You sensed four strong unfamiliar Alphas before you even lifted your head. "For a pack that's peddling unsafe and very much illegal heat suppressants, they're sure... stingy with their own Omegas." Price was smug, the heavy scent of the four Alphas overwhelming your senses.