Book Five, Chapter 81: The Tomb
"That's a slightly less scandalous version than what I read in the journal," I said after listening to Kimberly's story about Clara Withers.
When I had read about it, it was a hush-hush murder situation. But the way Kimberly's story went, it was almost a tragedy of parents willing to do anything to help their daughter—anything other than letting her be a werewolf.
"Unfortunately, this does nothing to resolve the question of why the werewolf curse seems to have changed in the last 200 years or so," Andrew said.
I shrugged. "That part might get cut," I said.
Andrew nodded.
We were Off-Screen until we got to the stairs, right after Antoine said, "I'll stand guard out here. If you need help, scream."
"You're not coming?" Kimberly asked.
Antoine thought for a moment and then said, "Look, guys, I just need a break. I was in the woods all night, and I'm not sure I can be at 100% On-Screen."
"Do we need to use your nightmare trope?" Kimberly asked. "We have time."