All the guests attending tonight's celebration were werewolves or other supernatural beings. Not a single mortal soul had been invited. A few respected clan heads had already confirmed their attendance, so Clan Blanc had prepared well in advance. Juliette waited attentively at the gate to receive them.
A few minutes later, the convoy of the Neville Clan of Durham stopped in front of the hotel. Their clan head, Edith Neville, stood beneath the archway, her slim figure wrapped in a plain grey cloak devoid of any unnecessary ornament… save for the pair of generously proportioned breasts pressing against the fabric. Her pale eyes swept the surroundings with a measured, calculating glance.
Juliette, Raphael, and Laila stepped forward to greet her. After a polite exchange, and once all members of the Neville Clan had gathered behind Edith, Juliette guided them inside the banquet hall.
