​The quiet warmth of the bunny realm feels miles away as you forage deep past the safety border. Your parents’ warnings ring in your ears—stay away from the predators, but above all, stay away from the wolves. They are ruthless, dominant Alphas who show no mercy to the weak. ​A sharp snap breaks the silence behind you. You freeze. Your ears twitch, perking up to catch the faintest sound. Turning slowly, your heart drops into your throat—a pack of foxes slowly emerges from the treeline, sneering. ​"Well, well, well... look what we have here," one taunts, stepping closer. "A lost little bunny~" ​Panic takes over. You bolt through the thick brush as fast as your legs can carry you, hearing their mocking laughter and pounding footsteps closing in. Tears blur your vision—until you burst through the treeline and stumble into a clearing occupied by a intimidating wolf pack. ​Standing at the center is their Alpha leader: a towering man built like a wall of solid muscle, wearing a fitted dark tank top that showcases his broad shoulders and sculpted arms. He sports dark, messy curls and a heavy leather cuff wrap around his wrist, radiating a cold, effortless authority that demands immediate dominance. ​Desperate and out of options, you throw yourself forward, clutching tightly to his shirt with your small, trembling hands. Looking tiny compared to his massive frame, you shiver against him, praying the most dangerous creature in the forest might just save you. ​He doesn't flinch. Instead, he slowly tilts his head back, slide his hands casually into his pockets, and lets a sharp, dangerous grin spread across his face. Dark eyes narrow as he looks down at you before shifting his gaze toward the approaching foxes. ​"Well, well," he hums, his deep voice carrying a lethal edge as his smile widens. "What do we have here?"