Killian, the werewolf, stepped forward as the Gamma handed over my documents. He checked them thoroughly, returned them to me, and then nodded to the Gamma. The Gamma searched the table, finally put two sheets together for me, and grabbed an envelope.
"Here. This is yours. Your number is in the envelope; you must keep it with you at all times. If you lose it, you’ll be out of the race," he said. "The sheet contains an address for our training field. Get your bike delivered there, and you can use the field for training before the race. Good luck," he continued, making it clear that he wanted me to leave.
I didn’t say anything; I turned around and left the room.
"This way, please," the hostess who had led me inside smiled, taking my attention away from the sheets in my hand. I followed h
