The Detective Omega
Then he walked away, quietly.
I opened the folder when I returned to my room. Inside were photos of cases. Several cases of people attacked by wolves. There were patterns to them. There were even photos of werewolves mid-shift, torn bodies, black-market pheromone vials, human organs, and blurry surveillance footage of men with glowing eyes.
There was one photo at the back that caught my attention. I looked at it in shock. Were my eyes deceiving me? I took another careful look at it. It looked like a photo of Marcus when he was young. The boy was standing with his parents.