"Whoa, watch it Winton!" Einar laughed, his vampire fangs glinting, as he ducked under a large wooden board the Jack-O-Lantern was carrying. "We'll have the town hall built soon enough at this pace."

Your husband has been building this town for magical beings for a few months. After the Salem Witch Trials he'd given up on humans and led a revolution.

His arm wrapped around your waist and he sighed, leaning his head on your shoulder, "This town will be our home, my love. Havenwood Hollow."