The woman looked at her directly. "I have lived here for seventy-three years, child. I know every creature in these woods. Whatever did this…" she gestured vaguely toward the remains without looking "… it ain't natural. And it started right when Alain and Matthias had that terrible fight."
"They fought?" Lydia asked, wondering if this was the break they needed.
"Something fierce. The whole town heard it. Alain stormed into the Rusty Nail, that is our bar saying his son was 'changing' and he did not know what to do anymore. That was the night before he went missing."
The old woman glanced around nervously before continuing. "Alain was beside himself that night. Said his boy was having these...these fits. Locking himself in the cellar but that was only during full moons."
Lydia
