They say nothing ever happens in small towns, they said we'd be safe.....they where wrong....
The Story
Theres nothing quite like growing up with fresh country air, surrounded by nature, living simply, a place where all know each other and for the most part get along. It's a timeless kind of place, where technology is tool, not a way of life, and family seems warmer, closer. Well that was the case until one fateful night in late October, that was when everything changed.....No one knew where he came from or why but one thing was for certain....there was going to be blood...
The Place
Lone Pine is a special kind of place historically untamed, as wild as the falls that run through it, secluded by thick pine and oak forests in northernmost Minnesota up near the Canadian boarder. Much of its territory unexplored, the same as it was thousands of years ago. Yet one town calls this beautiful place home. Generations ago many Native American tribes lived here, most forgotten in time, many myths surround these legends . One clan, the Waya Tribe, was believed to have the power to shape shift, even the name still sends a chill up the spines of many who hear it, but how could this be true? Most locals now a days simply use these stories to frighten children on Halloween night....Others still hold their suspicions. Howls echoing in the night some suspect great packs could be gathering.....
The Secret
This seemily peaceful and tequila town has had a dark past, not all its inhabitants are human....Witches, Lycans and vampires prowl in the shadows, all here for different reasons. Some for the thrill of the hunt, but most looking to live a normal life. Whatever the reason all have agreed their existence must be kept a secret by all means necessary. Many have forumed watches, putting aside their differences for the common good of the town. Tortured and hunted down....ripped apart and beatened by an organization of hunters called SIA could the supernaturals be gathering to revolt? To free their kin?
