Alberto
"We been doin' just fine here without all them fancy whirligigs they got in the city," He pointed out. "Yer gonna do just fine. And I'm sure yer gonna get that boy." He put his hand on her shoulder and squeezed, looking her in the eyes. 

"Really listen t' me, Addie. I'm serious." He looked her up and down a moment. "There's been some attacks. On the full moon— beasts. Y'know all them stories we used to hear? Bought what lurks in them woods? Ain't stories no more." 

He let go of her shoulder and leaned back; turning his arm over to show her the teeth marks still in his arm. They were fading now since the scuffle, but still enough to see. 

"Got a few people laid up in the hospital still recovering. Only ever attack on them full moons— but don't you worry. Ain't nobody gonna get to you, I promise you that." He said. "Or I'll blast em sky high."
Richard
Addie knee those stories pretty well. She had always been so scared as a little girl of the monsters under her bed and wondering if that was just a branch tapping her window or what else. And if Dallas were younger, maybe he would just being trying to scare her right now. 

But the bite on her arm, and that look in her eye, she felt her stomach drop. Something real bad was going on at Briar ridge. And she was doomed coming back here wasn't she? 

"On the full moons...?" She made a worried face and gently touched the marks on his arm before cringing and pulling her hand away. 

"How long has this been goin' on? You didn't try to write me or nothin'??" She would have managed herself back in the city somehow if she knew how dangerous this was- though that probably would've ended badly.
Alberto
He grit his teeth. "I didn't think you were ever comin' back here, Addie. And I was a little busy... Ya know, gettin' bit by damn werewolves." He said, gesturing to the outside world. He was frustrated and worried; worried about her, the baby, the *Town*... 

"You ain't sent me a letter or nothin' in two years. I ain't know where you were to send you a damn letter to begin with!" He pointed out. "You left here with that damn Summer boy and said that was the last I'd ever see of you." 

He didn't like that his voice got a little softer, a little more vulnerable. Addie wasn't someone who cared for vulnerability most of the time. He needed to suck it up. "I figured it was best I leave you alone. That you ain't comin' back anyway, so why bother lettin' you know?" 

He looked down at the floor and then to the window. It was gloomy, a little chilly— looked like it was about to rain, too. "Been goin' on a few months now. Since the late spring... Early summer." He ran a hand through his hair in thought. "If I knew, I woulda told you to stay in the city. Woulda sent you some money or something. But Yer here now."