Grey Elephants

As someone who was a normal teenager up until last week, becoming a werewolf and acting like that didn’t come naturally to Gary. Unfortunately, his system didn’t help him in any meaningful way to find the culprits.

While it was easy enough to follow the mist of those he had Marked, it was a different story when he had to try and pick up a scent from the bloody mess that was Tom’s shirt. He would take a few steps and every so often he would take another sniff of the shirt. Being in a school that had a few hundred students didn’t make his task any easier either.

‘It’s somehow easier to focus, when I close my eyes… there, I think it should be in that direction!’ Gary opened his eyes and soon found himself outside on the field. It hadn’t been too long since Rugby practice had finished, so the scents of his teammates were still fresh. Surprisingly, he noticed that the scent that he had picked up had split in different directions.