"Thanks, coz." Aaron swatted Evan's shoulder again as they walked. There wasn't any direction that he wanted to take, but he was thinking of a certain vampire. He didn't like the idea of her being here for the first time without guidance. He didn't know what sort of shelter she had; she needed it after all.
"Ma always thought I'd be a shaman," he laughed, knowing that his mother always wanted something more for him. His mother and father really. They got a low level Tower member, but it was the Tower. They had to be happy about that.
"And, yeah, the whole family caries the gene for lycanthropy. Most turn." There were those who didn't, and they were often the sadder members of the family.