There was a town, albeit a small town, near the Academy. In this town resides small, little Coffee shops, clothing stores, connected with stripmalls founds near a park that centered this small town. This park was called Sybil's Park, after the founder of the small town of Near End.
Varton Torn, Werewolf, walked along the edge of the park, frost bitten flowers peeking through the cracks in the side walk. He ran a hand through his light tinted hair and peered around. He'd been alone for a long time, hidden away from everyone, all the new students, and the old ones.
Nothing seemed right.