Ashton's POV
It was like any other day with my buddies in New Orleans. I was sixteen and I was full of life. We were marching through with our school band and everything was going like it was supposed to. We were all having fun but even then I could feel that there was something off about this place. Then I saw him. He was tall and he was slim. His skin was pale and he had a funny smell. I didn't get it at first so I kept on marching with the rest of the band. No one throws parties like New Orleans people.
In this city we are all equal, witches and werewolves have no beef with one another, here we are all just celebrating life. We were supposed to leave with the rest of the band but I wanted to see more of the city so I stayed behind. It was fun and my buddies and I went to see a jazz b
