"Mom, are there really werewolves in these woods?!" pestered a slight 15 year old girl with honey blonde hair
                           and emerald green eyes. "Yes April!" replied her rather youngish mother with a sparkle in her golden flecked
                           eyes. "When we get to Collinwood Hall, you can ask your friend Travin all about it. From what you've told
                           me about his letters, your pen pal loves to weave a good story! I still can't believe our good fortune in
                           being asked to come work at the Hall. If it weren't for you and your pen pal, we'd be living in a shelter now
                           instead of coming here!" "I still can't understand how we lost everything we had so quickly," she thought to
                           herself, not wanting to burden April with her guilt. "Oh, look up ahead! There it is honey!" and then Kristina
                           whispered to herself, "I hope they've got hot water!"