Book Five, Chapter 80: A Werewolf Kiss
“Strangled,” Hawk said, as if he were talking to himself and not to the rest of us. He had his hat off and was pacing back and forth, working through the information.
"Don't see that a lot with werewolves," Antoine said. “I’ve never seen that with werewolves, in fact.”
We were On-Screen, so we had to give our characters' reactions to Lila’s demise.
It didn’t make a lot of sense for a werewolf to strangle a woman. In fact, the only reason I could come up with was completely meta: someone wanted to stop her from screaming. Because if she screamed, she would get the Dead status and couldn’t be attacked. That was the power of her trope.
I had one similar, Cutaway Death, but with that trope, I could still be killed because I only got Written-Off. Whatever wolf killed her must have wanted her dead—or at the very least didn’t want her to be able to report on what she saw.
But that didn’t make sense either because there was another witness.
Allegedly.
“Are you sure that it was a werewolf?” I asked Michael. “What you saw kill her—it was a definitely a wolf? How far away were you?”
Michael had been standing still, his face unmoving as stone.