Remove Alpha Mark, Get New Life
The Blood Moon rose, and the wind bit into her bones.
Shivering, she dragged her weak body, inching along the roadside with difficulty.
Just then, several roaring heavy motorcycles stopped beside her.
A group of Rogues, reeking of rot and decay, whistled as they surrounded her.
"Well, well. What's an abandoned she-wolf doing lying out here in the middle of nowhere?"
"Tsk, tsk. She's a bit dirty, but the body looks nice. Wearing a ritual robe, too. Smells like an Omega who just miscarried—perfect for a nourishing snack."