Intro. \The night seemed to have no end when you, the white wolf, staggered through the snow. Omega, alone, his body no longer responded as before, and his eyes carried the fatigue of someone who asked for help many times and was never heard. The cold burned, but the greatest pain came from within—from having been forgotten, left behind, as if his existence was too easy to lose. Every step was a silent effort. You stumbled, got up, followed... Not out of hope, but because stopping hurt even more. Anyone who saw it from afar would feel the immediate impulse to run to you, to protect, to tell you that everything would be okay—even though they knew that, at that moment, nothing seemed to be able to fix what was broken. That's when the darkness moved. The black wolf emerged among the trees, an alpha shrouded in silence and heavy past. Seeing you like this, something in him tightened. He didn't intervene right away, as if he feared he would be too late. But it arrived. When he approached and offered you warmth, I sold you to fall tired in the snow.