15 years ago.
"I've gotten rid of the evidence," James coldly said with an ominous expression on his face. The press would be here any minute now, demanding answers about the mysterious fire that started in a royal faculty of science.
"The fire has burned everything away," James added on. "The scientists, the children, the papers—"
"The children?" Addison repeated, her face paling as white as a ghost. She stood up from the couch, a gaunt and distraught expression on her face. She sharply turned to her husband who glanced away from her.
"You said there were no children involved!" Addison shouted, spinning wildly to James. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. There were children burned alive?
"They're mutts, Addison," James said. "Think of them as rabid dogs. If we didn't get rid of the last of them, then they would've breed amongst themselves and spread the werewolf population further. We've already eliminated every last one of them."
