"It was in all the papers. The news. It happened just before we fled Bristol, and I'd thought, at the time, that was only a coincidence, but..." she swallowed, thinking upon those weeks, the growing tension, the fear of the man living under their roof. However he might have cared for them, cared for George, in those days Nina had become increasingly convinced they were living with a monster.

Funny, though, considering they were monsters themselves.

"I became... suspicious of him. Of Mitchell. And in a moment of... fucking desperation, I called in to a tip line and gave them his name. I was never sure, and George was... He was so angry with me, for putting us all in danger that way. Exposing ourselves to the police, when as far as they knew, werewolves and vampires were still just stories."