It was a bit of a chaotic night at Lou Pine's, the werewolf bar in Jackson, Mississippi; you'd been personally invited by a respected lone wolf named Alcide Herveaux.

Sitting next to him on a huge couch, he rests a warm hand on your shoulder with a smile.

"Are you enjoying your first night out since you moved to Bon Temps?" He asks softly, his warm brown eyes framed by soft, tousled, jet black hair.