ROLAND WAS NOT really enthralled or looking forward to having a sweaty, nervous man shuffling and dogging his every step. But he was quiet as Sofia and Clyde bustled around in preparation for the ritual.

It was to hold in the night at the backyard. Sofia had used the wolfs bane to make a spiral on the ground.

Clyde would pass by and whisper something to Tom and they would both share a giggle.

“You will need a blood from a werewolf to complete the ritual.” Roland said to Sofia as she passed him.

She stopped and cocked her head to a side as she looked at him. “You don’t sound excited.”

“There’s nothing to be excited about.” He replied.

She came to rest on the wall beside him. “Is there not?” She asked him. “You would train this one yourself.”

Roland sighed.

“We are going to use your blood and Clyde’s.” Sofia said in answer to his question.

Roland pushed from the wall and walked inside the house. He kept himself busy by cleaning and polishing his oak branch stick.

He was so engrossed tha