London. 1888. Young Miss Lydia Martin enrolls in Beacon Hills Academy for Fine Young Ladies right at the start of the Ripper murders. With all the strange things happening around Beacon Hills—students taking long unexplained absences, strangers lurking about in the woods, claw marks left from an impossible animal—Lydia begins to suspect that there is more to the murders than meets the eye. With help from investigative reporter Stiles Stilinski, Lydia explores this strange new world, and discovers her own role in it.
Stiles fumbled in, tripping but quickly righting himself and then stood very still, eyes wide and roaming the room as if he couldn’t believe he was actually in there.
“Don’t tell me you’ve never seen a ladies room before,” Lydia said.
“No. Of course I have. Never mind. That’s not why I’m here.”
“Why exactly are you here?” she snapped.
“Whoa there, feisty. Why so hostile?” he held his hands up in mock surrender, raising his eyebrows at her.
She plunked herself down on her bed and glared at him. “Oh nothing really. Just thought you had reached the conclusion that I was mad.”
“You sent me a picture of a werewolf.”
“Well you didn’t have any ideas!”