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The place was nearly deserted because few people dared go into the lonely park after dark. Only the homeless and muggers occupied the benches and shadows. One lived beneath the few stone bridges, and the other lived off other peoples’ hard work by stealing it. I followed my nose, but I wasn’t very confident in my new-found tracking skills. I stopped and looked around for any imprint or loose sparkling hair.
“Is there a problem?” Fox asked me.
I glanced over my shoulder and glared at him. “Yeah, you’re asking a very unwilling werewolf to follow a scent for the first time. How am I supposed to tell I’m going the right way?”
“Very simple. If the scent on the hair is too faint then the grouping of dead flies are a second source to follow. We have passed six since you started foll
