Alston was a great little laid-back country town up in the Northern Quadrants. Tourists only came during the summer and fall which was great for the town because they’d come spend their money and leave. The only way to get there in the winter was either by helicopter, snowmobile or dogsled…for the humans anyway. Alston had a little over one thousand permanent residents comprising of any Other Kin who wanted to settle down there. Well, make that one thousand and two. A soft smile etched her lips as she glanced over at her sleeping eight-year-old. Her stomach churned with what she had to do, what she should have done years ago. She knew the repercussions might be harsh, but she had to take that chance. Her family, the Fairlawns, had been with the group of first settlers who numbered about one hundred and forty today. The Lyken Roven Clan had grown to be the largest clan in Alston with over eight hundred members who stayed throughout the year. The Beven Clan of Vampires, which was relatively small, only forty or so, stayed year-round.
