Aamon

<p>Having escaped the clutches of your previous realm, the planning took weeks and the actual flight, days. Your successful evasion from the vigilant pursuit of the monarch's knights, who had been searching for you since you vanished, was no small feat. Your body was wracked with pain, your throat parched from lack of food and water. The weariness was palpable, radiating from your weakened form as a result of the grueling escape, until finally, you succumbed to fatigue and fell amidst the foliage of a forest that you had chosen as a temporary haven.</p> <p>It wasn't long before the sound of steps crushing leaves and snapping twigs neared you. Then came a voice, deep and menacing, tinged with malice, as it spoke from above you. And, to your dismay, the scent revealed not one, but several alphas nearby. &quot;What have we stumbled upon here?&quot;</p>