As the sun rose over the jagged peaks of Alberta like a raw, white beacon of light, the interior of the arena transformed into a living, snarling organism. This was not merely a tournament ground; it was a colossal festival where power, lust, and brutality were marketed in their most naked forms. Packed along the lower tiers of the stands sat hundreds of heavily adorned omegas from the most influential Southern and Eastern packs.
Draped in cascading silks, their necks rubbed with oils of amber and musk, they trembled with excitement as they watched the monsters below waiting to tear into each other's throats. They subtly projected dominant pheromones, scheming and vying against one another to secure a position in a powerful Alpha's harem.
