stories are told (слэш)

They say that once, Beacon Hills belonged to a family of wolves, old and honorable and strong.
They say that once, it's people walked in knowledge that they were safe and protected by the woods and the creatures that lived there.
Once--once there was no need to fear the gathering dusk, no need for mother's to gather their children and tug them indoors, away from the monsters in the night.
Once, Beacon Hills was safe and happy and protected.
Or maybe that is just another story they tell.