The idea of allowing wolves to roam freely in the Mercantour was appealing and modern. However, the shepherds weren't happy about it, and a few months later, unrest arose. But is it really a wolf killing the sheep around the village of Saint-Victor? Old superstitions resurface, resulting in a rumor circulating: it's not an animal, it's a werewolf. When a cattle farmer is found with her throat slit in her stable, the gossip spirals into psychosis. In Paris, Commissioner Adamsberg keeps a close eye on news of the Bête du Mercantour. "Like burning embers, son, like burning embers are the wolf's eyes at night," whispers the rumor.