(This is a separate thread for a character that was misplaced in one of the threads.)
As the sun rose early on the Wednesday before Halloween, a moving truck pulled to a stop in front of a vacant house.
From out of the passenger's seat hopped a 17 year old boy named Tad Decker. He and his mother, Jennifer (Everyone called her Jen), had just moved here from Virginia.
"Well," Jen said, getting out of the driver's seat and standing next to her son, "We're finally in our new home."
"Why did we have to move?," Tad asked, sighing, "You never told me."
His mother sighed. "Tad," she said, "You know exactly why. It's safe here."
"Safe how? Nowhere is safe for a werewolf."
Jen sighed. "Tad," she said, "Believe me, it's safe here. This town is full of werecreatures just like you and me. There are a few werewolves here that are your age, and I've already enrolled you in Moon Lake's high school. You can make new friends here."
"There are more werewolves here, like me?," Tad asked.
His mother nodded.
"This is what your father would have wanted," she said.
At their previous home, Tad had lost his father to a group of werewolf hunters. His mother told him every day since that he looked just like his father, wolf and all.
Tad sighed. He missed his father a lot. He was the one that trained him as a werewolf, because his mother was a werecat, and she didn't know he first thing about raising a werewolf. The only reason that had been raised well was due to the amount of time and dedication his father had put in to train him, or at least, that's what his mom told him, but he didn't believe it all.
Now his father was gone.
A tear formed in his mother's eye, telling Tad that she was thinking the same thing he was thinking the same thing.
He put his arm around his mom and hugged her.
"It's okay mom," he said, "I wont leave-wait, who is that?"
Tad pointed to a young girl walking down the street.
"Could she just have moved in too?," Tad thought, remembering the moving truck that they saw a few blocks away on the way to their home.
Jen could see that her son had fallen in love quickly.
"Talk to her," she said, smiling, "I'll help unpack."
Tad smiled and ran across the street.