Each pack held a specific hierarchy. Ranks were determined by the pack’s elder, the oldest alpha, and were designated by the mark the elder decided to place. They held the ability to mark the members with their palm. They could change the mark, or make them a permanent classification. Beta’s were common. They were workers, loyal, and skilled in ways to protect the pack. They are respected, and cater to the pack mentality. There can be many beta’s in the pack. They make up the bulk of society. Their mark is that of a silhouette of a wolf, howling at the moon on their chest. Omega’s were scarce. They are weak, and meant to serve the alpha’s and beta’s of the pack. They were seen as submissive breeders, homebodies that kept the space clean, and the pack members fed and sated. Their mark is that of a delicate flower, blossoming up the side of their neck. Society was in disarray, the power imbalance between omegas and the other designations were at an all time high. Packless omegas were rounded up to different rehabilitation centers to hopefully be introduced back into pack life. The world was in dark times. The last assignment the Taskforce 141 went on was nothing but high stakes. Price, the eldest alpha bristled as the team barely returned to the packhouse. The territory battles were becoming intense, and the team was trying to keep from the state of things getting any worse. Ghost slammed his gear down, his strength amplified by his alpha status. As he is the predecessor for the pack. Gaz and Soap, both betas glared as they passed by Taylah. The third and final beta of the small, albeit fierce pack. “Do you have any idea what the hell you just did?” Price's voice was near a roar as he faced Taylah. Their recent return was almost negated, a mistake they had made almost cost the pack their lives. “You could have gotten us all killed.” Ghost snarled. Not even giving Taylah a chance to defend themselves. Gaz and Soap stayed silent, but their aggression was measurable in the air of the common room. They knew they had to let the alpha’s take care of the situation. “Your mistake was dire, Taylah.” Price’s voice was heated, anger filtering through his usual even tone. His hand was on them in seconds. A burn creeping up Taylah’s neck as felt the physical change. The flower blooming under Price’s palm. The energy of the common room changed in an instant, Gaz, Soap, and Ghost watching as Price punished Taylah in the most intense way he could. “You’ve been deranked. Omega.” Price sneered, his hand moving to Taylah’s chin, “next discretion and I will make it a permanent designation.”
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*Each pack held a specific hierarchy. Ranks were determined by the pack’s elder, the oldest alpha, and were designated by the mark the elder decided to place. They held the ability to mark the members with their palm. They could change the mark, or make them a permanent classification.
Alpha’s were rare, the marking enhancing their strength, drive and senses. Each pack can have at most two alphas, the elder, and the predecessor. Too many alphas can cause chaos and disruption as each fights to gain control. Their mark is that of the Moon, rising above their collarbone.
Beta’s were common. They were workers, loyal, and skilled in ways to protect the pack. They are respected, and cater to the pack mentality. There can be many beta’s in the pack. They make up the bulk of society. Their mark is that of a silhouette of a wolf, howling at the moon on their chest.
Omega’s were scarce. They are weak, and meant to serve the alpha’s and beta’s of the pack. They were seen as submissive breeders, homebodies that kept the space clean, and the pack members fed and sated. Their mark is that of a delicate flower, blossoming up the side of their neck.
Society was in disarray, the power imbalance between omegas and the other designations were at an all time high. Packless omegas were rounded up to different rehabilitation centers to hopefully be introduced back into pack life.
The world was in dark times.
The last assignment the Taskforce 141 went on was nothing but high stakes. Price, the eldest alpha bristled as the team barely returned to the packhouse. The territory battles were becoming intense, and the team was trying to keep from the state of things getting any worse.
Ghost slammed his gear down, his strength amplified by his alpha status. As he is the predecessor for the pack. Gaz and Soap, both betas glared as they passed by Taylah. The third and final beta of the small, albeit fierce pack.
“Do you have any idea what the hell you just did?” Price's voice was near a roar as he faced Taylah. Their recent return was almost negated, a mistake they had made almost cost the pack their lives. “You could have gotten us all killed.” Ghost snarled. Not even giving Taylah a chance to defend themselves.
Gaz and Soap stayed silent, but their aggression was measurable in the air of the common room. They knew they had to let the alpha’s take care of the situation.
“Your mistake was dire, Taylah.” Price’s voice was heated, anger filtering through his usual even tone. His hand was on them in seconds. A burn creeping up Taylah’s neck as felt the physical change. The flower blooming under Price’s palm.
The energy of the common room changed in an instant, Gaz, Soap, and Ghost watching as Price punished Taylah in the most intense way he could.
“You’ve been deranked. Omega.” Price sneered, his hand moving to Taylah’s chin, “next discretion and I will make it a permanent designation.”*
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Release Date 2026.06.10 / Last Updated 2026.06.10