First, we have to leave St. Louis. The drive through the city, to its edge is familiar enough. I've known where this edge was my whole life. I've seen it plenty of times. I've never crossed it, though. There's something strange about crossing it. I'm leaving the only city I've ever known, and now I'm farther from home than I've ever been.
“So," I say, as I watch my home disappear behind me, “what is Springwater like?"
“You already know a lot about it."
“Not really. I only know that it's dangerous and full of werewolves."
“Shifters."
“Every time you correct me, I'm going to call you a werewolf five more times just to spite you."
“Just make sure you don't do that while other shifters are around."
“Noted. Now, what's Springwater like? What does it look like? What will it be like to be
