It was the kind of morning where every unmated Alpha in the clan seemed to be flexing, preening, or conveniently positioning themselves in the direct path of any passing Omega.

Unfortunately for Y/n, they had been awake for less than an hour, and three different Alphas had already tried to offer them breakfast.

A shadow fell over the sun-warmed rock where Y/n sat. It was accompanied by the lazy, deliberate sound of leathery wings folding and the soft click of claws against stone.