It was the final day.
At midnight, the core group would lose the ability to transform into their Werewolf forms. The change wouldn’t affect everyone, after all, a large portion of their team consisted of Altered, but it would weaken a vital part of their strength.
Instead of the intense, grueling training they’d been undergoing in preparation, the group had shifted to light exercises. They needed to rest. To recover. There could be no injuries, not now. Because if an attack was coming… it was most likely to strike at midnight.
There would be no time to recover then.
Out in the yard, Gary stood with his usual inner circle. But this time, there was one additional face among them, Tom.
“So, what do you think?” Gary asked, looking toward him.
Tom raised an eyebrow. “Honestly? I don’t want to give you advice just so you can blame me later if it all goes wrong.”
Gary gave a faint chuckle. “When have I ever done that?”
“Do you really want me to list the times?”