Some servants of the Wyrm are born in darkness and sent into the human world as living weapons. But others start off with jobs at Costco or Panera, until their hatred and heedless malice draw the attention of Banes and they mutate into the Wyrm's dark champions. What if the rider you killed had a daytime identity that you could track?
What if the rider you killed isn't fully dead?
You move carefully among the black trees, and while the dim moonlight makes it hard to see, it's hard to ignore the dead man's evacuated-bowel smell. You soon find the corpse.
The flies are all dead. And his throat is slit. Wait, you didn't do that.
"Why do I have to do your work?" a voice says behind you.
One of Clay's pack, the galliard: Scarper. He flicks a knife back and forth in front of your face. The two other Garou lurk in the darkness nearby, nothing but wolf-shaped shadows.