"I thought, what a better way for you to learn about the new world you find yourself in, than to spend a night dancing and drinking among them? It's mostly werewolves, but a few other species come here as well. Much better than a boring lecture," She says, and I stand there gaping at her. "Plus, you have to have membership to this club - so I know it's not full of any creeps or weirdos," she adds with a wink and a smile that has turned sly.
I look up at and see the name of the club that is highlighted by an orange glow behind the black letters. Around the name 'Harvest' is a light grey moon outlined in a glowing white light. She puts her arm around my shoulder and leads me through the line, and my jaw is permanently on the floor as I take in the ornate black and orange building.
