When the Night Loved Us - The Lost Boys
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18 year old Tate came to Santa Carla looking for a fresh start. Finn slowly forgetting the Summer of 87. But the town's darkness hasn't gone - and neither have the things that hunt in it.
Finn now 18, is changing, looking for danger again, but is now drawn toward the very thing he swore he'd never become. But this time, he has a reason to stay.
When Tate and Finn cross paths, something clicks: a bond too strong, too sudden to ignore. A kiss under moonlight. Blood drank by accident - or fate.
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