Follow The Trial?

“What’s going on? Why can I see this?” Gary muttered, reaching out instinctively. His hand swiped through the trail in front of him, but there was nothing solid there. No substance. Just light.

The visible scent shimmered faintly in the air, one of those marks, like the kind he’d seen before from people he’d made a promise or vow with. It was a system thing. A leftover trace. Only this one was off. The color was slightly different. Fainter. Muted. Wrong.

He couldn’t say for sure if this was part of the system... or something else. Something from him. His own Werewolf powers.

But deep down, Gary knew. He was more confident than ever about who was messing with it.

If this really is from the one I made a deal with... he’s able to interact with my Werewolf self? Gary thought. I have to remember, this being, whoever he is, has the power to decide whether we turn or not on a full moon. That kind of control… there’s no telling what his limits are. What he can or can’t do.