Early next morning, a moving truck rolled into the town.
The truck stopped in front of a vacant house as a car pulled up right behind it.
From out of the front seat stepped an 18 year old boy named Tad. His mom stepped out of the driver's seat and looked at the house.
"Well," she said, "Here we are honey! Our new home!"
"Why did we have to move?," Tad asked, sounding upset.
"You know very well why," she whispered, "It wasn't safe for us in our old town. Here, we're much, much safer."
"How so?"
"There are other were-creatures here."
"Wait, seriously?"
"Yes. I've heard there are quite a few werewolves, werecats, and a werefox or two."
"Cool," Tad said, sighing, "But I'm gonna miss all my friends."
"You'll make new ones here!," his mom said, "It's about 8 o'clock now. Why don't you go and make some friends?"
Tad sighed. "Okay," he said, walking off.