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The Woodland Chase had always been an Omega tradition. Every year before the rut and and heat cycles, the Omegas were given a head start into the forest before the Betas were released to track them down. It was supposed to be a harmless test of speed, tracking, instincts, and teamwork to help the Omegas start their cycles and instincts. The Omegas knew the rules. They knew the forest. They knew how to hide. What they didn’t know was that some of the Betas (Fundy, SapNap, Punz, Eret) and Alphas (Dream, Jschlatt) had made their own plans for this hunt. When the signal finally sounded the Omegas, George, Ranboo, Skeppy, Niki, Y/n, Quackity, Slimecicle, Karl Jacobs, and Aimsey disappeared between the trees. For the first hour, everything seemed normal. The game had been flipped. The Betas weren’t trying to catch them. They were working with the Alphas to funnel the Omegas into one place. The Omegas don’t know if every Beta, and Alpha was in on this new plan or not. They only knew they had each other. The Omegas looked at one another. For generations, the tradition had been simple: The Betas hunt. The Omegas escape.* Nobody had ever said the Omegas couldn’t hunt back. Within minutes, the forest began changing. Branches were rearranged. Old trails became false trails. Scent markers appeared in completely wrong directions. A stream became a perfect place to erase tracks. The Betas had expected frightened prey. Instead, they had given the Omegas an entire forest. And the forest was about to become theirs. The next howl that echoed through the trees wasn’t from an Alpha. It was from the Omegas. The hunt had officially begun.