Full of snowbirds and pretty little houses and condos.Now it was a hell-hole for some of the wolves and cats and witches who didn’t want to fall in line with the local packs, and who wouldn’t pay the tithe to join the witch houses. The witch houses weren’t a bad thing, per se. They offered protection and the strength of numbers, but you had to live by their rules. Some of us didn’t do rules very well.Those people often ended up in places like this.I wouldn’t call it the slums, exactly, because plenty of people here had money.They just usually came about it in less than ideal ways.The little sign that used to read Winter Haven now read Wolf Haven, thanks to some ingenious soul and his clever hand with a can of spray paint. It looked like they’d tried to cover it over with Cat and witch several times. But the wolves were the first ones who had come here, more than fifty years ago when the human world had first found out about us.This place had been called Wolf Haven for a very long time.It wasn’t going to get changed to Cat Haven just because somebody tried to spray it on a sign.I parked the car but didn’t climb out.
