Samantha and Renato were sitting at the central table in the bar. They were holding hands but not talking, each lost in their own thoughts.
They didn't need talking, either way. They had talked enough before going there.
In the morning, after waking up, they had decided to tell the pack all they needed to know. Renato had insisted Samantha came with him, using any kind of excuse - starting from the moral support she would give him by sitting by his side.
She had reminded him she wouldn't become submissive to her mate just because she was a female wolf, but she had accepted to accompany him.
Then, once there, she had forgotten her worries and relaxed - oddly. She didn't feel like an outsider, like someone who had no right to be there while they discussed such delicate matters. However, she was part of the problem.