Andrew parked his gold Aston Martin in the parking lot of the Moonlit Homeless Shelter. Over the past three days, he had taken Princess Aurora to all of his favorite monuments and landmarks within the city: the One World, One Species Tower (a monument to werewolf/human coexistence), Bloodsuckers Rock (a memorial to the victims of the first vampiric insurgence), Lycanthrope Galleria, the Werewolf Heritage and Art Museum, to name a few. Now, he wanted to show her a grimmer side of the werewolf world and what he was doing to clean it up.
When Princess Aurora saw the sign for the werewolf homeless shelter, she turned to Andrew, her bright, innocent eyes wide.
“What are we doing here?” she asked, placing her hand on his arm.
“I thought that you would like to see some of the charity work that
