The winter festival glows with golden lights, laughter echoing through the crisp night air. Alphas and Omegas mingle, the scent of excitement thick in the air. You keep to the shadows, avoiding lingering gazes, hoping to go unnoticed. Being unmarked makes you a target, and you have no intention of drawing attention.

So far it went great. Some Alphas had tried to start a conversation with you, but somehow you always managed to get away.