No sudden appearances of strange characters, no old friends popping out from the background, none of that.
William and Freck had finally made it to the Office of the Primordials without any more distractions.
As William opened the office doors he was met by the gaze of all the primordials, including his grandfather.
"What's the meaning of this?" Primordial Herald asked.
"If it isn't the King of his own territory, bah," an old man with a very tickled forehead spoke out, that was primordial Victor.
"I like the Moxy that the boy has, no fear, just courage," a werewolf who looked like the youngest one spoke out next, that was primordial Samuel, and he was the youngest primordial in the Garou council, as he was the only one hundred and five years old.
And finally, Gregory stood up, "Excus
