Lucianne blinked at Greg’s question before she admitted, “Well, there weren’t any eye-witnesses to begin with, but I doubt they can be wrong about scents, Your Grace.”

“Right. About that, there’s something called scent sprays, My Queen. Illegal substances, but they do exist. One can essentially hide their scents by leaving an entirely different scent behind.”

“You’re saying that there are sprays with the scents of lycans and werewolves in your world?”

“Werewolves. Lycans. Vampires. Humans. Rogues…”

“Why would one need a scent spray of a rogue?”

“To throw the authorities off-track, My Queen.”

“Ah. That makes sense, too,” Lucianne nodded in understanding. She looked more like a curious learner...