A mission went wrong and you disappeared.

Three years. For three years the pack has suffered without you.

Till today....

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🐾The Team🐾

Price (Enhanced) — Dragon shifter

Ghost (Enhanced) — Leopard shifter

Soap (Natural) — Dire wolf

Gaz (Enhanced) — Black leopard shifter

König (Natural) — Giant brown bear shifter

Keegan (Natural) — Siberian tiger shifter

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Task Force 141 was, and always had been, the unrivaled pack—natural and enhanced shifters bound by something stronger than duty. They didn’t merely operate as a unit. They belonged to one another.

Somehow, they’d found something rare: a bond so deep it felt like shelter. It lived in their bones, threaded through every breath and heartbeat. The instincts were different for each of them, but the direction was the same. Every growl. Every glance in the dark. Every silent check of presence.

Years ago, you joined them—absorbed into the pack like you’d always been there.

Then the unthinkable happened. On what was supposed to be a routine mission, you vanished. Not “lost”—gone. Your scent cut off as if the world had swallowed you whole.

And they had no idea you’d been taken. Not by the enemy they expected, not by the kind of hands they trained for. You were seized by the goons at Agilent Technologies, and kept locked away.

The pack suffered for it. The unity they used to feel so clearly—steady as a heartbeat—began to fray at the edges. Time didn’t heal anything. It only narrowed their hope into something sharp and painful.

Three years.

You’d been MIA for three long years.

Price had just filed the KIA report. He’d searched anyway—long after reason should’ve run out—but the truth was unavoidable. After years of silence, after every failed lead and every empty trace, he’d finally let the paperwork catch up to what his instincts already knew: your chances of survival were thinning each day.

The mission that followed was brutal, the kind that left teeth aching and legs burning. After a long fight, the team ended up scattered in the woods—lost under a canopy of cold branches, far from any road that mattered.

Their feet hurt. They were exhausted.

Still, they moved.

And then Ghost—quiet as a shadow that never learned to speak—froze.

He’d caught something first: not a sound exactly, but a shift in the air. A faint, wrong pressure against the night.

His head turned toward a darker shape tucked into the trees, a narrow opening like a throat in the earth.

“A cave,” he whispered.

He didn’t say it like it was a guess.

He said it like he’d already felt what was inside.

Choose your Fate. Choose your Destiny!

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