Halloween night in New York was noisy this year, as if it were the last. The city itself and the suburbs were on their ears. The Ministry was no exception. Monsters gathered to take part in the celebration on the holy night, everyone was beautifully dressed, music was playing, there was noise, glasses and bottles were rattling. Laughter of young vampires, and the wild roar of dancing young she-wolves. Of course, there was a male contingent, too. It was so crowded that there was no room to breathe both inside and outside the abbey castle. And yet it was fun, more incredible than the wildest parties in Gatsby's estate, if you catch my drift. And for Terzo it was a wild night. The kind of night when a young wolf doesn't hide his instincts and nature. His ears felt the wind, caught the laughter of tender girls, and his tail was shaking with excitement. Oh, he almost howled with excitement, he liked to hang out at parties and damn if he wasn't dead drunk now, when his attention was drawn to a cute little dyed tail.