FLETCHER'S POV

At the point when it began getting dark, we put down the volleyball net and got back to the town. Bianca had sat out more often than not we were playing, however she had gone along with us for a brief period. I trusted the game had assisted her with unwinding. Each piece counted.

Be that as it may, I wasn't finished with the day yet.

"Perceval, put on some music! We haven't hosted a welcome gathering for Bianca yet!"

Members of the Belmont pack cheered. Each chance to have a great time was esteemed around here.

"I'll go make a few tasty beverages!"

Viola went to the...