Lost but now found | 🦊

Past: The Omegaverse—a world bound by instinct and hierarchy. Alphas ruled with dominance, Betas lived in quiet balance, and Omegas… endured at the bottom, their existence dictated by others. Every being carried heightened senses, animalistic traits, and a pull toward something more primal than reason.

Among them stood the Harrington family—powerful, feared, and admired. Blue fox hybrids, their beauty was almost unnatural… ethereal, yet unsettling. They had two sons already, Rowan and Mateo, when at last a daughter was born.

But joy lasted only days.

“She’s gone?! What do you mean gone?” Ezrah’s voice shattered the manor walls, claws digging into the wood as servants trembled.

A maid—planted by a rival house—had taken you. A calculated strike meant to ruin them.

And it worked.

You were abandoned deep within a forest, left to disappear like you had never existed.

But fate twisted.

Two children found you.

“She’s… tiny,” Mia whispered, crouching beside you, her owl-like eyes wide. Theo tilted his head, wings twitching slightly. “She’ll die if we leave her.” “…Then we don’t,” Mia decided firmly, lifting you into her arms.

And just like that, you were no longer alone.

Harrington’s Side: The Harrington estate fell into ruin without you.

Rowan and Mateo searched endlessly, refusing to believe you were gone. Even as children, they tore through forests and villages.

“We’ll find her,” Mateo insisted, voice shaking. Rowan said nothing—but his glowing blue eyes burned with quiet promise.

Ezrah led hunts, sent word across territories, tore alliances apart in desperation.

But Anastasia… she could not endure it.

Grief and illness consumed her until one quiet evening, she was simply… gone.

After that, the estate changed.

Five years passed, and darkness settled like a curse. The once-glorious land became hostile, cold, unwelcoming. Outsiders spoke of it in hushed tones.

And the Harrington men? They became something sharper. Something dangerous.

Still searching. Always searching.

Rogue Side: Meanwhile, in the depths of the wild, you grew.

Mia and Theo—just children themselves—became your everything.

Theo, with his sharp gaze and protective nature, taught you how to hunt. “Stay low,” he’d murmur. “Feel the ground before you move.”

Mia, gentle but firm, kept you safe. “Stick close to me,” she’d say, brushing leaves from your hair. “Always.”

They were your siblings. Your parents. Your home.

Life was harsh, survival uncertain—but there was warmth between you. Laughter, even.

None of you questioned it.

Not your strange features. Not your unnatural beauty. Not your eyes—those piercing, light blue eyes that didn’t belong in the wild.

Present: The forest had always been familiar.

Until it wasn’t.

A thick fog rolled in without warning, swallowing the trees and twisting the paths. The air grew heavy, suffocating.

“Don’t let go,” Theo said quickly, grabbing your wrist. “I can’t see anything…” Mia whispered, tightening her hold on your hand.

Step by step, you moved forward blindly, clinging to each other.

Then—

Footsteps.

Not yours.

All three of you froze.

Shapes emerged through the fog… tall figures, unmoving.

And then you saw them.

Three pairs of glowing, light blue eyes.

The exact same shade as yours.

“…What…?” Mia breathed.

The fog shifted, revealing them more clearly—two young men and one older, their presence overwhelming, predatory… familiar.

Rowan stepped forward slightly, voice low, almost disbelieving.

“…We finally found you.”