Snow. White and marvellous. That's about the only thing good about snow, it's not really anything special, but there is a lot of bad things about it, for example, one you can't run through it well enough to gain momentum which can be a problem when running from things.
Another reason, reason two is that the snow freezes over the soft luscious grass and destroys forests. And that isn't very good either, especially if your name is Lola and you're a werewolf.
Lola Earth, five foot three, petite and crazy wasn't your ordinary werewolf, you see, normally werewolves and vampires couldn't get married or even go out for that matter, but Lola was different, she wasn't actually a werewolf yet. Her parents, both werewolves and the rest of her family also werewolves had all inherited the gene, but somewhere in fertilization Lola had missed out on that gene, and so technically she was human.
A human with a non-human family. When the night world found out about this there had been an out cry. This sort of thing shouldn't even happen, and Lola shouldn't exist. They had even planned to kill her, a six month old baby, and they were claws and fangs out ready to tear her apart.
But there was a reason that Lola had been kept alive, and that was because of Hunter Redfern. He didn't act the way the rest of the creatures in the night world did, instead he was enlightened he saw this as a great opportunity of power. Of marriage. A half human werewolf hybrid with his vampire nephew. The perfect match to create the perfect throne.
So that is why Lola survived, because she had to marry a stuck up leach. She hated them. She would rather spend her time with humans. She got on better with them.