Book Five, Chapter 72: The Stone Fort
~Riley~
I was getting all kinds of footage as we walked back up through the basement path that would lead us into Witherhold Manor. The Dailies triggered around the time the werewolves started transforming.
I thought I would zoom through the footage and give the group the highlights.
"There are so many hikers, campers, and people staying at cabins along the river," I said. "Carousel's been taking footage of them all day, but I think some of them are werewolves. I don't know which ones, though. I can see the way it focuses the camera on some of them, but I'm not sure exactly what the language of film is trying to convey here. Are all of these people werewolves?"
I was talking to myself out loud at that point, but the others were listening closely.
"What exactly are you seeing?" Antoine asked.
"Just nature photography mostly," I replied. "But whenever I see a group of people, sometimes the camera will look at them from a certain angle that in movies means they’re evil—exaggerating the size of their head, the sharpness of their features, catching them in shadows. That’s how you know someone’s bad before you know they’re bad."
It could be hard to explain, but you knew it when you saw it.
"So you're saying we may be surrounded by hundreds of werewolves? We're going to get our butts kicked?" Antoine asked.