Turn into an omega

Ava.

In the dungeon.

I try to move, but I can’t. I’ve never felt so helpless. Fear locks me up, paralyzing me temporarily.

Screams and shouts surround me, dead bodies litter the floor, and the stench of death fills the air. It’s pitch dark, and it smells rotten. It’s the pack vault, every wolf’s nightmare, meant for torturing rogues. It serves as a warning and maintains the pack’s power and dominance.

It is a reminder of how savage the pack can be, and how their rules must be followed, or else.

[The pack’s dominance is closely tied to its ability to enforce its rules, which are designed to ensure the safety of the pack as well as its members. By punishing or even executing rogues, the pack is able to assert its authority and serve as a deterrent to other rogues who may be considering challenging the pack’s power.]

The brutality of the punishments reminds pack members of the consequences of disobeying laws. I never thought I’d end up here.

Unbelievably, I’m here right now. This i