"Our room's great. Isn't it, Mariana?" Crina piped in.

Mariana nodded and swallowed the bite she had just taken before she answered, "Oh, definitely great."

"Excellent," Jacque said awkwardly.

The rest of the meal was carried out in near silence with only minute amounts of small talk here and there. When the plates were cleared from the tables they were all directed to stand on the edges of the room while most of the tables were folded up and removed with most of the chairs.

Jacque grabbed Fane's hand and looked at Jen and Sally. "I've got to run over and say hi to Dillon and meet his mate."

"You want us to come?" Jen asked.

Jacque shook her head. "No, I got this." This was something she needed to do on her own…well, on her own with Fane.

She found them in the same corner they had occupied earlier, standing and watching just as the Romanian pack had been.

"Hey, Jacque." Dillon's face brightened as he pulled her into an awkward hug.

"Hi, um, Dad," Jacque fumbled.

Jacque's hand tightened on Fane's as Dillon pulled his mate over to his side.

"Easy, love. You don’t have to be besties," Fane soothed through their bond.

"Did you just say besties?" she asked incredulously.

"Luna, I'm surrounded by three teenage girls. What do you really expect?"

"Huh, guess I shouldn't be surprised." She shrugged inwardly.

Fane chuckled.

Jacque brought her attention back to her father and his mate when Dillon introduced Tanya.

"Jacque, this is Tanya Jacobs, my mate and Luna of our pack."

Jacque smiled with what she hoped was a friendly smile. "It's nice to meet you, Tanya."

Tanya's smile was warm and genuine. "Dillon has told me a lot about you,"

"Don't believe everything, it's not nearly as bad as it sounds," Jacque joked.

They all laughed, albeit a bit nervously.

"Well, it looks like they're going to have some dancing so we won't keep you, but I hope that we can get to know one another," Tanya told her.

"That sounds nice," Jacque said truthfully. "I'm sure we can have lunch or something."

"Great," Tanya responded with another warm smile.

Jacque and Fane headed back to where their pack waited.

"Well, that wasn't as bad as you thought, was it?" Fane asked as he wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her close.

"She was nicer than I expected," she admitted.

"You want me there when you have lunch with her?"

Jacque grinned up at him. "Always my protector."

Fane's face grew serious. "Always, love."

Once the room had been arranged so that there was room to dance, they watched as a newtable was rolled in with stereo equipment on it.

"We're fixing to jam." Crina smiled.

"What exactly do you think they are going to let us jam to?" Sally asked.

Jen caught Costin's eye and waved him over. She wasn't taking chances with the music. "Hey, see if they will let you provide the music," she told him.

"I didn't bring any music, Jen."

Jen held up her iPhone, shaking it from side to side. "Gotcha covered, my furry friend."

Costin winced at the nickname, but smiled as he took her phone. "I'll hook us up." They both laughed at him using the slang she had taught them earlier that day, when all hell broke loose. Who knew teaching slang to foreign werewolves could be detrimental to your health? Jen shrugged to herself.

"So, ladies." Jen turned towards the group of girls spreading her arms wide, and in one of those amazing moments when things line up perfectly, she said, "Let's dance," just as the music started pounding through the subs. Jen grinned. "Yeah, I'm that good."

Sally and Crina were the first to step up. Crina took off onto the open floor, arms in the air, body moving to the beat as Jason Derulo's voice blasted through the speakers. Sally squealed, "I love this song!" and headed to the dance floor, swinging her hips. Jen gave a short nod to Jacque, who kissed Fane and then headed towards her.

"Mariana." Jen motioned. "Come on, chick, we're going to bring the house down."

Mariana laughed. "Alright, you're on."

All three girls headed to where Sally and Crina were dancing and more guys and girls joined in.

They all danced and laughed and danced some more. Jen couldn't remember when she'd had so much fun. Costin turned out to be an amazing dancer and was nearly always in the middle of the bunch, breaking it down.

The next song came on and Jen froze. Sally and Jacque's heads snapped around as Katy Perry's voice filled the room – to be specific, Katy Perry's “ET” filled the room. Jen's two best friends looked at her as they, too, stopped moving. Everyone else was still swaying with the beat like a sea tossing with the wind. Jen watched as Sally and Jacque's eyes got wider and wider.

"Damn," Jen muttered under her breath just as strong arms came around her and she felt warm breath against her neck.

"I believe this is our song," Decebel purred in her ear. Jen swore at any moment she was going to be a puddle on the floor and Jacque would have to sop her up with some Bounty paper towels. Why she thought specifically of Bounty paper towels, she had no idea. She was trying really hard to focus on anything but Decebel's warmth against her. To her complete mortification he began to move…with the beat. Sally and Jacque's jaws dropped.