"Which side do you want us to put this crate on, Bianca? "asked one of the Moon Crescent pack members. "Under the bar, next to the cups, thank you," she replied confidently. Bianca took a moment to contemplate where she was. It had been a good hour's drive before she could get in. A pack member guided her into a large, landscaped clearing as soon as she arrived. The place was illuminated thanks to garlands beautifully hung in the trees. The grass under her feet was green and tender. Four large bars stood in the corners of the clearing, helping to define the reception area. Large wooden tables were set up around a large dance floor in the center, and they were decorated with large bouquets. A smile appeared on the lips of the young woman when she saw a jazz band take their place and start to tune their instruments before the beginning of the evening. "It's perfect," she couldn't help but murmur. "This is a very appropriate outfit for the evening," Dhara said in her smooth voice.

(N/A: if you want to experience this chapter fully, from that "#&#" sign in the chapter, listen to "At Last" by Etta James). * * * Alpha Black took a deep breath, savoring the scent of Bianca that came to him gently on the tip of his tongue. "I'll take..." he started to say but stopped when he saw his soulmate's red face. Bianca could feel her heart pounding in her chest. Even the sound of his deep voice was fantastic. The two simple words he had just spoken had felt like a caress on her skin, and she would have wanted to hear him talk to her all night. Both of their eyes flickered for a moment, unable to see the world that continued to spin around them. "I... I'm going to take my break now...," Bianca murmured as she patted the bar counter with both hands to guide herself to the exit. Black immediately straightened up, and he could no longer see anything but her. The thread of his reason is ready to break definitively because his soul mate's back is exposed to his sight. "

Bianca let out a deep sigh under Mat's amused look. She had come home, exhausted and excited by her last night's encounter. "You should rest today, B. We don't have any reservations. It'll be quiet," Mat said calmly as he restocked beer bottles in the fridge. "It's an hour's drive from the Crescent Moon Pack to the Crossroad Café. You must be exhausted." Bianca slowly nodded and leaned forward, elbows placed on the bar. "I saw him again." "Saw who again?" asked Mat without looking at her. He was working quickly, skillfully lining up bottles one after the other. "Mr. Fantastic." Mat knocked a bottle to the floor, but thankfully, without damage. He quickly turned back to her, widening his eyes. "THE Mr. Fantastic?" "The very one," she said, shaking her head. "And mind you, he asked me to go with him tonight." Mat quickly straightened up, nervously running his hands through his hair. "Oh. And, did you tell him yes?" She bit her lower lip and nodded again. "I told him yes in the

Amber was scrubbing the bar counter in a big circular motion. She had been informed at the last minute that Bianca would not be joining her tonight. She couldn't stop thinking about the human, especially if everything had gone well last night. Some omegas had rushed to take her place, but Amber had told them to enjoy the evening. They were at the bottom of the pack's social ladder and had little opportunity to enjoy themselves, and this was the perfect time for them to have a night out as guests. With the back of her hand, she brushed aside a lock of light brown hair and threw the dirty towel into the sink. "Good evening, a glass of wine," ordered a male voice. Amber's she-wolf couldn't help but growl at the creature standing before her. "Leech..." she merely said as she recognized the species he belonged to. The vampire had excessively pale skin, but the she-wolf couldn't help but envy the long blond curls that reached down to the small of this guest's back. "Red wine?" "Plea

Bianca started to lead her date to the woods when she stopped in her tracks. She turned her head, feeling Mr. Fantastic's grip tighten on her wrist. "That will have to wait until later, Bianca. We have to have dinner first," he said, pointing his thumb behind him. Bianca bit her lip and looked over her partner's shoulder. "Euh, I don't think so. It's a buffet, and it won't make a difference whether we go now or later." Black pulled her to him and put an arm around her waist. He leaned into her ear, taking the opportunity in the process to fill his lungs with her scent. "The buffet is for the anonymous crowd, and we have to go there," he explained, looking up at a mansion. Bianca pursed her lips and looked around, searching for her friends with her eyes. She didn't want to go there and wanted to stay here and enjoy the evening quietly. She understood that Mr. Fantastic was an important person. He was wearing the same brooch as Augustine, and she had concluded that it was some em