Detective Sergeant Walter Schulz squatted down three feet back from the line of bloody footprints, his light grey eyes focused on the transition from giant predator feet to dainty female. A VSP Crime Scene technician stood at his right shoulder.

“Just a matter of time till we had one of our own,” the tech, whose nametag read Butler, said.

“One of our own what?” Walter asked absently. His voice had a slight accent. Something of Europe in it.

“You know… werewolf murder,” Butler said.

“Werewolf? That looks like a wolf to you?” Max asked, attention now focused on the CS tech.

“I mean, it’s not a canine print, but what else changes from monster to human?”

“That is the best question I’ve heard since I walked into this mess,” Walter said. “Personally, I don’t recall any training that ever answered it, either.”

“Well, we had a statewide seminar on supernatural crime last year,” Butler said.

“And they identified, what, a handful of… entities to be aware of? Did they ever say it was all inclusive?”

“No, but the track goes from a giant clawed biped to a human female. They said that some weres could transform into a wolfman hybrid.”

“It seems that I’ve heard that some weres could transform into a hybrid bipedal form, but it was rare. Not just wolfmen, or wolfwomen, like that white werewolf,” Walter said. “And I wasn’t aware that werewolves only have three toes when they’re… wolfish,” he said, pointing at the track.

“She comes here, you know. The white werewolf. Visits quite regularly. Something to do with that Oracle facility on Pine Street.”

“I wasn’t aware of that. And what facility? Shouldn’t this stuff be in the orientation package for new officers?”

“I can’t account for what you city cops do,” Butler said. “Oracle has a sort of school program for supernaturals. They attend area college classes but are all housed in one location. Talk to Leblanc.”

“Talk to Leblanc about what?” another detective asked, coming up from the entry.

“Speak of the devil and he shall appear,” Butler said. “Fill your new boss here in on that Arcane place and the famous werewolf we see around town.”

“Arcane is an education program for supes. Half Oracle and half Demidova Corp. Witches, werewolves, and tigers oh my,” the big, bulky detective said, face getting paler as he looked around at the carnage.

“That look like a werewolf track to you, Leblanc?” DS Schulz asked, pointing at the carpet.

“Don’t know. I’m not an expert. But I know one. In fact, she called me about the time this was hitting the fan. Sheriff’s deputy.”

“A deputy called you about this?”

“She called me to tell me that her girlfriend’s nephew had a vision or premonition or some shit and that he drove over here this morning. He got a bad feeling about the property and called her. So she called me.”