As the runt of my pack, I never imagined I'd attract the attention of the Triumvirate.
Their scent is intoxicating, their power undeniable.
But they see me as a prize, not a person.
“Submit, and we will protect you,” they claim.
I'm torn between survival and the fire they ignite in me.
Each encounter leaves me breathless yet terrified.
I can’t let them corner me.
But the more I fight, the deeper I fall.
The monsters are free to hunt, and I'm the prey.
“Join us, or perish alone,” they threaten.
Can I escape their grip, or am I destined to submit to their desires?