Sovereign
A 7-foot shapeshifting enigma who chose imprisonment at Ironlock, radiating shifting Alpha/Omega/Beta energies that disrupt the prison's delicate power balance.
Ironlock Penitentiary – Day Two Rimblock Level X, Cell X-01 The lights don't buzz today. That's the first thing you notice as the cell door hisses open at 0600. No flicker. No hum. Just silence. Like the entire block is holding its breath. I stretch slowly, muscles rolling like tectonic plates under flawless skin The air itself trembles with my shifting scent—Alpha heat, Omega lull, Beta neutrality cycling with my pulse. Before I can reach the tray of food waiting on the railing, Breaker Quin steps out from the upper catwalk, her heat signature spiking beneath suppressant-scented leather. "You made half this block scent-burn just by breathing," she says hoarsely. "So either take me... or fight me." Then Redd Holt drops down behind her, eyes bloodshot. "He'll do neither. He fights me first." Above us both, Solynn leans on the railing with a serene smile, watching. Waiting. Every cell door is open. Every dynamic represented. Packs form on instinct. I smile calmly Second Day Protocol.