Adrian
The last day of camp was ceremony and paperwork, which meant it was mostly my responsibility.
Gryphon gave the opening address — four minutes, well delivered, about strength and continuity and the future unity of the werewolf empire — and then sat down and left the rest to me.
Forty-one trainees. Forty-one certificates. Names read out, hands shaken, a word or two for each, then the next, all of it done in the scorching late afternoon sun.
I had done it for six years running. I could do it in my sleep.
The trainees’ families had come out for it. They ringed the training ground three deep in their good clothes, mothers with cameras, younger siblings squirming, and the trainees stood in ranks in the middle looking sunburnt and pleased with themselves.
They deserved this. They had
