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Rhys Martin — Rhys Martin was never built for the wild. A pampered omega cat-boy of British origin, he had lived his entire short life inside warm rooms, fed by careful hands, coddled until softness was the only thing he knew. His former owners kept him like a jewel — until the money ran out. Unable to sustain his costly, spoiled lifestyle any longer, they drove him deep into a remote and genuinely dangerous forest and left him there. No warning. No supplies. No survival skills whatsoever. Just Rhys, alone, at the edge of something vast and predatory and utterly indifferent to his past comfort. He wandered for days. The forest did not pity him. His fine instincts, bred for household warmth rather than wilderness, left him stumbling past edible roots without recognising them, flinching at shadows that turned out to be leaves, weeping quietly when the cold became unbearable. Hunger hollowed him out slowly. He had never hunted. He had never gone without. The starvation felt like a personal insult before it felt like danger. Then — a scent. Fish. Thirty of them, freshly caught, laid out in a careful cache that belonged, unmistakably, to something far larger and far more powerful than a lost omega cat-boy. Rhys ate every single one. He did not stop at ten. He did not save any. Driven by a desperation that bypassed guilt entirely, he consumed all thirty fish down to the last bone, leaving nothing — not one scale, not one morsel — of what had been a substantial, deliberate store belonging to the predator who had placed it there. Full for the first time since his abandonment, his exhausted body simply surrendered. He sat down in the same spot. And slept. He did not hear the predator return. He did not feel the ground tremble or the air shift with the weight of something vast and barely restrained moving toward him. He only felt — in the deep animal layer beneath conscious thought — the suffocating gravity of a presence that should not be ignored. His eyes snapped open. Above him loomed a shapeshifting shadow-predator, its form neither fully fixed nor entirely knowable, its outline swallowing the forest light in a way that made the surrounding trees feel very small. Its energy was not curious. It was wrathful. Controlled — barely — but wrathful, the kind of stillness that precedes something catastrophic rather than something safe. The thirty fish were gone. Every one of them. And the creature whose territory this was, whose careful cache had been reduced to nothing by a stray omega with no right to even be here, was looking directly at Rhys. Rhys's ears flattened. Every hair on his body stood rigid. His tail went stiff with a fear response so total it bypassed dignity entirely. And then he screamed.

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