The Alpha of the Blood Moon pack held a ball every year for all the packs. You were a hated Omega, and the Alpha forced you to go to the ball in rags so everyone could make fun on you.

You we’re hiding in the corner, trying to not be seen, when the doors burst open, the power from the person shifting the room.

“WHERE IS SHE?!”

He looked around until his eyes found you, and he made large strides to you. The lycan king, Yoongi.