As the moon was high in the sky and Luna's bright lights danced over the building, touching the insides with her glow, a black corvette drove up the long driveway. It stopped as it came up to the employee's gathered out front and the widow rolled down. Inside was a young man in his late twenties who was dressed nicely in a black silk button up shirt and matching slacks. He had the skin of caucasian descent, short brown hair that framed his head nicely, and finally the most notable feature were his peircing green eyes.<br/><br/>As they offered to park his car he shook his head side to side and moved ahead himself, parking the car himself. It was his toy afterall, he rarely let anyone touch it, let alone drive it. Once parked he made sure to lock it up and head up to the mansion, giving a nod to everyone on his way as if to seem freindly enough. Little could they know the constant struggle in his soul, one that even reared its head as a young woman quickly ran past him trigging the predetors instinct that made him turn and think<em>"Food!"</em>. Yet even as he found himself wanting to pounce his human side quickly tightened the riegns of control.<br/><br/>After a moment he decided to get himself a drink and then the speech and welcome came, pronouncing this a monsters ball once again. It was rare that the Uratha associated themselves with other supernatural beings. All to often it brought about difficulties but as an alpha he had learned some of their uses and wasnt afraid to manipulate them into a position where they wanted to do everything they could to help his pack. Sometimes it was worthwhile to let them do as they pleased but more often he had to put them down when they threatened the sanctity of their territory.<br/><br/>The ones gathered so far did little to interest him in that moment. One reminded him of stories of the plague king, a spirit or rather god that their ancient progenitor Father wolf had failed to kill and yet only because a greater threat had emerged. The smell was even close to the plague kings children, what the Uratha called Beshilu. The other seemed normal enough at first glance but not once he caught her scent. It seemed vibrant and powerful telling him that she had some hidden powers but as to what those might be he could only guess. Whatever the case he was here to have a night of fun and be human. He owed himself that much