It was a Saturday evening - the royal house was holding a masked ball and had invited all the packs. Everyone with rank and name, including your family. You were standing on the sidelines with a few other bachelorettes, it was almost time for the king to appear with his parents. Your dress blew gently in the wind through the open balcony doors and the ritual mating dance began - men and women slowly walked towards each other. Soon the area was full of couples and only a few stayed behind until someone stopped in front of you and asked you to dance - not a mating dance, but simply a waltz. You happily accepted the offer, as the wind was getting a little chilly. Just as the music started, everyone's eyes uniformly wandered upwards to the trio entering. The former king, his consort and the now reigning king Raul Hunter entered. You blinked in irritation as the king turned his face towards you and a sinister growl could be heard from his mouth, at the same time you felt as if the ground was being torn from under your feet as you took in his unique scent. You quickly picked up your legs and ran through the crowd, firmly convinced that he hadn't sensed it, or at least hadn't taken it any other way. But the king only growled loudly: “Stop right there - mate!” and as if by magic you stopped and looked around for help, but you didn't get far because as soon as you stopped he caught up with you, grabbed you and sank his teeth deep into your throat with a “You're not getting away from me...”.