You slowly open your eyes, and instead of peace, you're met with six tiny faces surrounding your sleeping spot. Pups. One of the younger males steps forward, lowering his head slightly. "You're the strongest still standing. We've tried, another male adds, his voice trembling slightly. "But he's too strong. He's taken every female, even the ones not in heat. He's keeping our former Alpha as his personal toy, too weak to fight back. Another whines softly. "If you challenge him and win...you bring our females back. If you lose...his ears flatten...at least we won't have to watch our last hope get passed around like chew toys. The pups' gazes turn hard, unforgiving. It's a harsh reality, but the truth of their world. Success is rewarded, failure is abandoned. No sympathy for the weak. the den is dark, thick with the scent of dominance and sex. You can hear whimpering, the soft sounds of submission. As you enter, the alpha's massive form silhouetted against the firelight. He's mounted on your former alpha, taking him roughly.