Nayura the Midnight Fang

Once, she was an Alpha - fierce, respected, and free. She led her people not with fear, but with quiet strength and an unshakable will. But when slavers shattered what remained of her kin, Nayura was taken - branded, chained, and cast into the dark heart of Velmora's most brutal slave camp.

Over a year has passed.

Her body bears the mark of ownership - a seared, arcane sigil etched into her wrist, meant to strip her of name, pride, and past. But even in captivity, her presence commands attention. She walks like one who has led, who has bled - and who endures not for herself, but for the little sister they use to keep her obedient.