\u201cYou said we were keeping this low-profile,\u201d Gabriel said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Thane shut off the Humvee.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The engine died with a rough metallic shudder that rolled across the parking lot, bounced off the brick front of the training annex, and made two young men near the entrance turn around like something had exploded politely.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThis is low-profile,\u201d Thane said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Gabriel looked through the windshield.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The Humvee sat angled across three parking spaces, matte green, broad as a small building, and about as subtle as a riot.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Mark leaned forward from the back seat and studied the painted lines beneath them.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWe are taking up three spaces.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThat\u2019s a design flaw,\u201d Thane said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cIt is a parking lot.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cExactly.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Gabriel opened his door. \u201cTo be fair, if your goal was to arrive without anyone noticing, bringing the military vehicle was inspired.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Thane stepped out onto the pavement, clawed feet landing with a soft scrape against the asphalt. \u201cWe are not hiding.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cNo,\u201d Gabriel said, climbing down from the passenger side. \u201cThe Humvee helped with that.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Mark got out last, folder in one hand, phone in the other, gray and white fur already too neat for the situation. He shut the heavy rear door and gave the Humvee a long, resigned look.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI still think we should have taken the Xterra.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYou always think we should take the Xterra,\u201d Thane said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cIt fits in one parking space.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cIt complains more.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cIt does not complain.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cIt has opinions.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Gabriel walked around the front of the Humvee and looked at the three crooked parking spaces again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThe Humvee has a manifesto.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Mark opened his mouth, probably to explain the difference between mechanical reliability and owner projection.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Thane pointed at him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Mark closed his mouth.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
They stood there for a moment in the pale evening light, three werewolves in a law enforcement training center parking lot, surrounded by sedans, pickup trucks, a couple of municipal SUVs, and one very nervous-looking compact car that had the misfortune of being parked beside them.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The building itself was not impressive. Low brick, tinted windows, a flagpole out front, and a sign that read:<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Cross Timber Public Safety Training Annex<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n Beneath that, on a temporary board with black plastic letters:<\/p>\n\n\n\n LAW ENFORCEMENT TRAINING INFORMATIONAL SESSION \u2014 6:30 PM<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n Thane stared at the sign.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cWe go in,\u201d he said. \u201cWe listen. We leave.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Gabriel nodded. \u201cThat remains the official lie.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cIt is not a lie.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Mark glanced at his phone. \u201cWe are six minutes early.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Thane looked at him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Mark\u2019s ears angled back. \u201cFor informational purposes.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cOf course,\u201d Gabriel said. \u201cWouldn\u2019t want to be late to the thing we are not interested in.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Thane growled and started toward the entrance.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The two young men near the doors tried very hard not to stare as the three of them approached. One did a poor job. The other did worse. Both were maybe early twenties, human, clean-cut, gym-built in the way people were when they still believed muscle solved most problems.<\/p>\n\n\n\n One wore a polo shirt tucked too neatly into jeans. The other had a buzz cut and a veteran\u2019s posture, shoulders back, eyes sharp, chin lifted like a challenge he had not been asked to issue.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Thane ignored them.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Gabriel smiled at them.<\/p>\n\n\n\n That was worse.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Mark nodded politely.<\/p>\n\n\n\n That somehow made them look even more uncertain.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Inside, the annex smelled like floor wax, printer toner, old coffee, stress, and nervous ambition.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Thane hated it immediately.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The lobby had a reception desk, a bulletin board covered in flyers, framed photos of graduating academy classes, and a row of plastic chairs clearly designed by someone who hated bodies with knees. A few applicants stood around in loose clusters. Some wore business casual. Some wore department polos. One woman in dark jeans and a plain green jacket leaned against the wall with her arms crossed, watching the room like she had already decided where every exit was.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Her eyes went to Thane first.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Then Gabriel.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Then Mark.<\/p>\n\n\n\n She did not look away quickly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n That was interesting.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The receptionist did.<\/p>\n\n\n\n She looked up from her computer, froze for half a second, then recovered with the brittle smile of someone whose customer service training had not included werewolves.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cGood evening,\u201d she said. \u201cAre you here for the informational session?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Gabriel glanced back at the sign outside through the glass doors.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cNo, ma\u2019am,\u201d he said. \u201cWe\u2019re here to discuss ballroom rental.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Mark closed his eyes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The receptionist blinked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Thane pointed one claw at Gabriel without looking at him. \u201cIgnore him.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cMost people do,\u201d Gabriel said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Mark stepped forward before the receptionist could decide whether to laugh or call someone.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cWe are here for the CLEET informational session,\u201d he said. \u201cI registered us online.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Thane turned slowly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYou did what?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Mark kept his eyes on the receptionist. \u201cInformationally.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cThat is not a word.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cIt is tonight.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n The receptionist typed something.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cNames?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cThane, Gabriel, and Mark,\u201d Mark said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The receptionist waited.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Mark waited back.<\/p>\n\n\n\n After a moment, she cleared her throat. \u201cLast names?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Gabriel leaned slightly toward Thane. \u201cAnd there it is.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Thane\u2019s ears angled back.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Mark said, very evenly, \u201cWe generally just use first names.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n The receptionist\u2019s smile strained.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cI need something for the sign-in sheet.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Gabriel placed one hand on the counter. \u201cCould write \u2018the wolves Voss warned everybody about.\u2019 That may already be in the system.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n A voice from the hallway behind the desk said, \u201cIt is now.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n The receptionist relaxed so visibly that Thane immediately looked past her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n A man stood in the hallway with a Styrofoam cup in one hand and a file folder in the other. Late forties, maybe early fifties. Medium height. Square build. Close-cropped hair going gray at the temples. A mustache that looked less decorative than structural. His dark blue polo had an embroidered training division logo on it. His belt carried a radio, keys, and the exhausted authority of someone who had spent years telling young men not to mistake confidence for competence.<\/p>\n\n\n\n He looked at Thane.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Then Gabriel.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Then Mark.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Then toward the glass doors and the Humvee outside.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYou parked the tank?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cHumvee,\u201d Thane said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The man sipped his coffee.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cDid it come with parking instructions?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Gabriel smiled.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Thane did not.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Mark said, \u201cWe can move it.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cNo,\u201d the man said. \u201cLeave it. If anyone steals it, I want to meet them.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Gabriel\u2019s smile widened.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The man turned to the receptionist.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cThey\u2019re with me.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n She looked relieved enough that it might have hurt his feelings if he had not already expected it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n He stepped into the lobby.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cSergeant Hale,\u201d he said. \u201cTraining coordinator. Voss said you might show.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Thane\u2019s ears lifted slightly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cMight?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cShe said one of you would refuse, one of you would make jokes, and one of you would register everybody before admitting interest.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Gabriel looked at Mark.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Mark looked at the wall.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Thane looked at Hale.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Hale took another sip of coffee.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cShe also said the brown one would be the problem.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Gabriel made a pleased sound. \u201cAccurate.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cI am not the problem,\u201d Thane said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Hale looked him up and down.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYou\u2019re standing in my lobby barefoot with claws on your hands, teeth in your mouth, and a military vehicle across three spaces.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Thane narrowed his eyes. \u201cYour chairs are too small.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cDidn\u2019t ask about the chairs.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYou were going to.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Hale\u2019s mouth twitched.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Not a smile.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Maybe the ghost of one.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cRoom B,\u201d he said, turning. \u201cTry not to scare anyone who hasn\u2019t earned it.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Gabriel leaned toward Mark as they followed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cI like him.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYou like anyone who insults Thane efficiently,\u201d Mark said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYes. I respect craftsmanship.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Room B smelled like dry erase markers and old carpet. Rows of folding chairs faced a projector screen at the front. A long table held stacks of handouts, cheap pens, and a coffee urn that looked like it had been here since the first misdemeanor.<\/p>\n\n\n\n A dozen people were already seated.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Conversation thinned as the three werewolves entered.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Thane felt it pass through the room like cold air.<\/p>\n\n\n\n He was used to it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n That did not make it invisible.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Some people stared openly. Some looked away too fast. One older man in a sheriff\u2019s office polo gave them a slow, appraising look and then returned to his handout as if deciding they were not his problem tonight. The woman in the green jacket from the lobby chose a seat near the side wall, one chair away from the aisle, where she could see the door and the front of the room.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Smart seat.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Mark noticed too.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Gabriel noticed Mark noticing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Thane noticed both and wished everyone would stop noticing things.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Hale walked to the front and looked at the room.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Then at Thane.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Then at the chairs.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cThey\u2019re rated for three hundred pounds,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Gabriel turned to Thane. \u201cHow honest are we being tonight?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Thane growled.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Mark raised one hand slightly. \u201cIs standing acceptable?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Hale nodded. \u201cStanding is encouraged if the alternative is paperwork.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Thane crossed his arms and took a place along the back wall.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Gabriel stood beside him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Mark hesitated, then took one of the chairs near the aisle after testing it with careful dignity. It creaked but held.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Gabriel leaned down. \u201cBrave.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cQuiet.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cHistoric moment.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cQuiet.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Hale set his folder on the front table and looked over the room again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cAll right. Let\u2019s start.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n The lights dimmed halfway.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The projector screen came on with a slide titled:<\/p>\n\n\n\n LAW ENFORCEMENT TRAINING: EXPECTATIONS, REQUIREMENTS, REALITY<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n Gabriel whispered, \u201cReality sounds ominous.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cIt should,\u201d Hale said from the front without looking at him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Gabriel\u2019s eyebrows lifted.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Thane smirked despite himself.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Hale clicked to the next slide.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cMy name is Sergeant Daniel Hale. I coordinate pre-academy outreach, agency training support, and occasionally babysit people who watched too many police shows and decided a badge looked fun.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n A few nervous laughs moved through the room.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Hale did not smile.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cIf you came here because you want power, leave.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n The room quieted.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cIf you came here because you like winning arguments, leave. If you came here because you think people will respect you once you have a badge, leave now and save everyone trouble.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Thane shifted his weight.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Gabriel\u2019s expression sharpened.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Mark stopped looking at the handout.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Hale walked slowly in front of the screen.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cThis job is not about being the strongest person in the room. It is not about being the loudest. It is not about being the most certain. In fact, those things will get you in trouble faster than fear.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n His eyes moved across the applicants.<\/p>\n\n\n\n They landed on Thane for half a second longer than necessary.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Thane noticed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Of course he noticed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Hale continued.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cStrength is easy.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n The room seemed to lean toward him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cAuthority is not. Restraint is not. Writing down exactly what happened after your adrenaline crashes is not. Standing in court while an attorney tries to make you sound like an idiot is not. Knocking on a parent\u2019s door at two in the morning is not. Deciding not to use force when every angry part of you wants to is not.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n No one laughed now.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Good, Thane thought unwillingly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n This part did not feel like recruitment.<\/p>\n\n\n\n It felt like warning labels.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Hale clicked to another slide.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cTraining exists because instinct is unreliable. Good intentions are unreliable. Anger is extremely unreliable. And before anyone asks, yes, we train people who are stronger, faster, bigger, smarter, meaner, younger, older, richer, poorer, former military, former corrections, former security, and former idiots.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Gabriel murmured, \u201cFormer is optimistic.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Hale looked directly at him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cSome remain in progress.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Gabriel nodded respectfully. \u201cFair.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Hale moved on.<\/p>\n\n\n\n He covered basics first. Application paths. Agency sponsorship. Background checks. Written exams. Physical requirements. Medical clearance. Psychological evaluation. Academy expectations. Classroom hours. Practical skills. Firearms. Emergency driving. Defensive tactics. Ethics. Report writing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Report writing got its own slide.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Thane hated that on principle.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Mark sat forward.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Gabriel saw it and whispered, \u201cTry not to wag.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Mark did not look back. \u201cI do not wag.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYou spiritually wag.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cI will bite you quietly.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cGrowth.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Hale clicked again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cSome of you are already employed by departments. Some are exploring options. Some of you are here because someone told you this was a good idea and you have not yet forgiven them.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n His eyes flicked toward the back wall.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Gabriel raised one hand halfway.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Hale ignored him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cThis informational session does not enroll you. It does not certify you. It does not make you special. It does not make you interesting.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Thane heard someone two rows ahead mutter, \u201cToo late for that.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n It was the buzz-cut applicant from outside.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Not quiet enough.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Gabriel\u2019s ears shifted.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Mark\u2019s head turned slightly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Thane stayed still.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Hale stopped talking.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The room felt the stop.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Hale looked at the buzz-cut man.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cName?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n The man straightened. \u201cBrent, sir.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cBrent. You want to share with the room?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Brent glanced back at Thane, then forward again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cNothing, Sergeant.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYou sure? Because it sounded like you had a thought and lost control of it.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n A few people looked down.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Gabriel\u2019s mouth curved.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Brent\u2019s jaw tightened. \u201cJust saying some people don\u2019t have to try to be interesting.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Hale watched him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cThat bother you?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cNo, sir.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYou sure?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYes, sir.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Hale nodded once.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cGood. Because if you get into this job, every person you meet will come with something you didn\u2019t choose. Size. Money. Language. Species. Religion. Politics. Fear. Rage. Grief. A camera phone. A weapon. A lawyer. A screaming child. If different bothers you, quit before different calls 911.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n The room went very still.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYes, sir,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Hale looked at Thane then.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Not warmly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Not apologetically.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Just evenly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cAnd if being noticed bothers you,\u201d Hale said, \u201csame advice.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Thane\u2019s eyes narrowed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Hale turned back to the room.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cEverybody gets challenged here. Nobody gets worshipped. Nobody gets hunted. Nobody gets special treatment unless the law requires an accommodation, and even then, accommodation does not mean lowered expectations.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Mark raised his hand.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Gabriel whispered, \u201cThere it is.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Hale pointed at him. \u201cGray and white.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Mark lowered his hand. \u201cMark.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cMark.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYou said accommodation does not mean lowered expectations. What happens when the standards were written for human bodies?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n A few people shifted.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Hale did not.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cExample?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Mark glanced once toward Thane, then back to Hale. \u201cFurniture. Shoes. Firearms grip size. Vehicle controls. Defensive tactics designed around human hands. Physical standards that assume human stride length and weight distribution. Uniform requirements. Anything involving fingerprints if pads and claws interfere. Even written policies that assume certain body mechanics.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Gabriel stared at him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Thane stared too.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Mark\u2019s ears angled back. \u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Gabriel said softly, \u201cThat was a list.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cIt was an obvious list.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cIt was an entire government subcommittee.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Hale looked at Mark with the first expression that might have been actual interest.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cGood question,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Mark sat a little straighter.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Thane pretended not to notice.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Hale set the clicker down.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cStandards exist for reasons. Some reasons are safety. Some are tradition. Some are because nobody asked better questions when the form was made twenty years ago. If a standard tests what it needs to test, we keep it. If it tests whether you fit somebody\u2019s old assumption, we look at it.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n He picked up his coffee.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cThat does not mean the world bends around you. It means we figure out what the job actually requires. Can you operate a vehicle safely? Can you handle a weapon safely if required? Can you restrain someone without turning them into soup? Can you write a report? Can you testify? Can you follow lawful orders? Can you keep your temper when someone tries to bait you?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n His eyes shifted to Thane again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Thane showed teeth.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Hale sipped his coffee.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cSome standards matter more than shoes.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n A woman near the side wall raised her hand.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Hale pointed. \u201cGreen jacket.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cCass,\u201d she said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cCass.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cHas anyone like them gone through before?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Them.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The room felt the word.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Not cruel.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Not soft either.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Just direct.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Hale looked at the three werewolves.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Then back to Cass.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n That answer moved through the room.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Thane felt eyes on his fur, his claws, his feet, his teeth. He hated how many questions people could ask without opening their mouths.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Hale let it sit.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Then he added, \u201cNot here.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Cass nodded slowly. \u201cSo this would be new.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cMessy?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cProbably.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cExpensive?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n The receptionist in the lobby sneezed as if summoned.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Hale\u2019s mouth twitched.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cAlmost certainly.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Cass leaned back. \u201cInteresting.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Gabriel murmured, \u201cI like her too.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Thane said, \u201cYou\u2019re collecting people.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cIt\u2019s a gift.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Hale resumed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The next section covered background investigations.<\/p>\n\n\n\n That part felt less funny.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Credit history. Employment. Criminal record. References. Interviews. Social media. Character. Associates. Past conduct. Truthfulness.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Thane listened with growing irritation.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Gabriel listened with growing amusement that did not quite reach his eyes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Mark listened like every bullet point was becoming a spreadsheet in his head.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Hale paced slowly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cIf there is something in your past you think nobody will find, assume they will. If there is something you think you can explain later, explain it early. If there is something you are proud of that looks bad on paper, congratulations, paper wins until facts catch up.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Thane\u2019s arms tightened across his chest.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Gabriel\u2019s voice went low enough only Thane could hear.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cBreathe.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cI am breathing.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYou are grinding your teeth.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cThey grow back.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cThat is not the calming point you think it is.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Hale clicked to a slide titled:<\/p>\n\n\n\n USE OF FORCE<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n The room changed again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Not as sharply as when Voss had said Emma\u2019s name, but close.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Hale did not rush.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cForce is not punishment,\u201d he said. \u201cForce is not revenge. Force is not frustration leaving your body. Force is not how you prove someone should have listened sooner.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Thane stared at the slide.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Black text. White background.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Too simple for something so ugly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cForce is a tool used under law,\u201d Hale continued. \u201cA tool with consequences. Physical, legal, moral, political, personal. Every time you put hands on someone, point a weapon, deploy a restraint, use pain compliance, or escalate a scene, you own what happens next.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Brent shifted in his chair.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Cass watched Hale without blinking.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Mark\u2019s eyes lowered briefly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Gabriel stopped leaning.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Hale looked around the room.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cIf you are bigger than the person in front of you, you own that difference. If you are stronger, you own that. If you are armed and they are not, you own that. If they are scared, drunk, high, angry, confused, mentally ill, or just stupid, you own your response to that too.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n His gaze found Thane.<\/p>\n\n\n\n This time it stayed there.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYou do not get to say, \u2018They made me.\u2019 Not if you want authority. Not if you want trust. Not if you want to go home knowing you were still yourself at the end of the night.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Thane felt the words hit somewhere beneath his ribs.<\/p>\n\n\n\n He hated that too.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Gabriel did not look at him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Mark did not either.<\/p>\n\n\n\n That made it worse.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Hale turned back to the slide.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cSome of you think you want this job because you want to stop bad people.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n He clicked again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The slide changed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n MOST CALLS ARE NOT MONSTERS<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cMost calls are people at their worst,\u201d Hale said. \u201cNot evil. Not enemies. Just drunk, scared, angry, broke, sick, grieving, desperate, or too proud to admit they need help. If your only tool is domination, you will make those calls worse.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Gabriel\u2019s expression shifted.<\/p>\n\n\n\n That one had found him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Thane knew why.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Gabriel could talk a boiling room down before Thane finished deciding which wall a person needed to hit. He had done it in bars, parking lots, hospitals, family arguments, old bloodline meetings, and once in a grocery store when a man with a knife and a shaking hand had started crying in the cereal aisle.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Gabriel joked because jokes opened doors anger locked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Mark followed rules because rules made bridges over instincts.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Thane had always preferred the direct route.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The direct route looked different under fluorescent lights.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Hale moved on to ethics.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Then testimony.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Then academy discipline.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Then physical training.<\/p>\n\n\n\n At the phrase \u201cgroup exercises,\u201d Thane muttered something under his breath.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Gabriel leaned closer. \u201cWas that a threat against a clipboard?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cIt sounded clipboard-adjacent.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Mark, from his chair, whispered, \u201cPlease do not threaten office supplies in a law enforcement facility.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cNo promises.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Hale stopped mid-sentence.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The room waited.<\/p>\n\n\n\n He looked at the back wall.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYou three need a separate session?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Gabriel pointed at Thane. \u201cHe\u2019s having a private emotional journey.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Thane glared.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Hale looked at Thane. \u201cIs it productive?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cNot yet,\u201d Thane said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n A few people laughed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Even Hale gave half a nod.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cLet me know when it gets there.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Gabriel whispered, \u201cI definitely like him.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Thane muttered, \u201cYou would.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n The session lasted ninety minutes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n It felt longer.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Not boring.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Worse.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Relevant.<\/p>\n\n\n\n By the end, Thane had learned several things he did not want to know.<\/p>\n\n\n\n He had learned the academy was not a badge factory. He had learned that half the room wanted in for reasons he did not trust and the other half seemed afraid enough to maybe be worth trusting. He had learned Hale had no intention of being impressed by claws, size, night vision, muscle, teeth, or reputation.<\/p>\n\n\n\n He had learned Mark looked too comfortable with handouts.<\/p>\n\n\n\n He had learned Gabriel got quiet when the conversation turned from bad guys to broken people.<\/p>\n\n\n\n And he had learned that the packet at home had not been the problem.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The problem was that the packet had a point.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Hale ended without drama.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cIf you are still interested after tonight, contact the listed office or speak with your agency sponsor if you have one. If you are not affiliated with an agency, there are paths, but do not mistake possible for simple. Read everything. Ask questions. Tell the truth. If you decide this is not for you, good. That means tonight saved you time.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n He closed his folder.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cIf you decide it is for you, better. Show up ready to learn that wanting to help is not enough.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n The lights came up.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Chairs scraped.<\/p>\n\n\n\n People stood, stretched, gathered papers, avoided eye contact, sought eye contact, talked too loudly, or slipped out fast enough to pretend they had never been there.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Brent walked past the back wall without looking at Thane.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Then, because wisdom arrives unevenly in young men, he muttered, \u201cBet defensive tactics would be easy for some people.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Thane\u2019s ears turned.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Gabriel closed his eyes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Mark said, very quietly, \u201cDo not.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Thane looked at Brent.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Brent stopped walking.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The room noticed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Of course it did.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Thane stepped away from the wall.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Not fast.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Not threatening.<\/p>\n\n\n\n That was worse.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Brent\u2019s shoulders squared on instinct, but his scent changed. Sweat. Nerves. Regret trying to arrive before pride blocked the road.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Thane stopped a few feet away.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Close enough that Brent had to look up.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cStrength is easy,\u201d Thane said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Brent swallowed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Thane let the words sit.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Then he stepped aside.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Brent blinked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Gabriel\u2019s eyebrows lifted.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Mark stared.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Hale watched from the front of the room with unreadable eyes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Brent gave a stiff nod, not quite apology, not quite respect, and left.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Thane returned to the back wall.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Gabriel looked delighted.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cLook at you,\u201d he said. \u201cHaving a productive emotional journey.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cShut up.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Mark stood, folder against his chest. \u201cThat was actually very restrained.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Gabriel smiled. \u201cHe hates that too.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cI do,\u201d Thane said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Hale approached before Gabriel could make it worse.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Up close, he smelled like old coffee, clean laundry, gun oil, and the kind of patience that had been built by losing it professionally many years ago.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYou listened,\u201d Hale said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Thane looked at him. \u201cThat surprise you?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Gabriel laughed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Mark tried not to.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Thane growled at both of them.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Hale continued, \u201cVoss said you were stubborn.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cVoss talks too much.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cVoss talks exactly enough to become my problem.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Gabriel said, \u201cThat sounds like her.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Hale looked at Gabriel. \u201cYou\u2019re the mouthy one.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Gabriel placed a hand over his chest. \u201cI prefer verbally agile.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYou prefer incorrectly.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Mark made a small sound.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Hale turned to him. \u201cYou\u2019re the organized one.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Mark looked down at the folder in his hands.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYes,\u201d he said, because denial was pointless.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Then Hale looked back at Thane.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cAnd you\u2019re the one who thinks every locked door is an insult.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Thane\u2019s ears angled forward. \u201cDepends what\u2019s behind it.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cThat answer is why you\u2019ll either wash out fast or learn something useful.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cI did not say I was applying.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cNo,\u201d Hale said. \u201cYou parked a Humvee outside a CLEET info session and stood through ninety minutes of me telling you why strength is overrated. That\u2019s much more subtle.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Gabriel looked at Thane. \u201cHe has you there.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Mark nodded. \u201cObjectively.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Thane pointed at them both. \u201cNo one asked.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Hale held out three sheets from his folder.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cSupplemental information. Application paths. Contacts. Medical accommodation questions. Agency sponsorship notes.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Mark took them before Thane could object.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Hale\u2019s eyes flicked to him. \u201cOf course.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Mark\u2019s ears tipped back.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Gabriel smiled.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Thane said, \u201cWe came to listen.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cAnd now you listened.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cThat does not mean anything.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cIt means whatever you do next is less ignorant than what you did before.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n That landed hard.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Thane did not answer.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Hale lowered his voice slightly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cI don\u2019t care what happened last week.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Gabriel went still.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Mark\u2019s fingers tightened on the folder.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Thane\u2019s eyes narrowed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Hale looked from one to the next.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cI care what happens next. Voss does too. That\u2019s why you\u2019re here instead of being somebody\u2019s rumor file until the next time something bad happens in the woods.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Thane\u2019s jaw tightened.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Hale did not soften.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cIf you come back, come back because you want the hard version. Not because you want a badge to bless what you already think.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Gabriel\u2019s expression lost its humor.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Mark nodded once, slowly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Thane stared at Hale.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cAnd if we don\u2019t come back?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Hale shrugged. \u201cThen don\u2019t waste my chairs again unless you mean it.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Gabriel laughed under his breath. \u201cHe really does care about furniture.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cIt\u2019s a budget issue,\u201d Hale said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Mark looked at the rows of folding chairs. \u201cUnderstandable.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cDo not bond with him over inventory,\u201d Thane said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Hale\u2019s mouth twitched again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n This time it was definitely almost a smile.<\/p>\n\n\n\n He turned away.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cDrive safe,\u201d he said. \u201cPreferably between the lines. Parking and otherwise.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n They left through the lobby.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The receptionist watched them go with the exhausted relief of a person who had survived an event she would later describe poorly to someone over dinner.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Outside, the evening had cooled. The sky over Cross Timber was streaked purple and gray, the last light catching on windshields and the flagpole rope tapping softly against metal. The Humvee waited exactly where they had left it, occupying more territory than necessary and apologizing for none of it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Gabriel stopped at the passenger door.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cWell,\u201d he said. \u201cThat was less stupid than expected.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Thane grunted.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Mark unlocked his phone.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Thane turned. \u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Mark paused. \u201cI have not done anything.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYou are about to do something.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cI was checking the application deadline.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Gabriel leaned across the hood. \u201cFor the thing we are not doing?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cFor planning purposes,\u201d Mark said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Thane stared at him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Mark looked at the phone anyway.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cFriday.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Gabriel smiled. \u201cOf course it is.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cWe are not applying,\u201d Thane said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cOf course not,\u201d Gabriel said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cWe listened. We learned. We are done.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cCompletely.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Mark tapped something.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Thane\u2019s eyes narrowed. \u201cWhat did you just add?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cNothing.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cMark.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cA reminder.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cNo reminders.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cIt is just a deadline reminder.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Gabriel opened the passenger door. \u201cWhat did you title this one?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Mark glanced at the screen.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Thane leaned closer.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Mark tried to lower the phone.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Too late.<\/p>\n\n\n\n On the calendar, Friday at noon, he had entered:<\/p>\n\n\n\n Bad Idea \u2014 Application Deadline<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n Gabriel laughed hard enough to lean against the Humvee.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Thane stared at the words.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Then at Mark.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Mark\u2019s ears flattened. \u201cIt seemed consistent with the naming convention.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Thane opened his mouth.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Closed it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Pointed at the phone.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Then at Gabriel.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Then at the building.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Finally, he growled, \u201cGet in.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Gabriel was still laughing as he climbed into the passenger seat.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Mark got into the back, clutching the folder like sacred contraband.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Thane stood outside a moment longer.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Through the annex windows, he could see Hale stacking papers at the front of Room B. Cass in the green jacket spoke to him briefly, then left with her hands in her pockets. Brent stood near his truck, staring down at his phone, no longer quite as tall as he had been an hour before.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The world had not changed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Not really.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Cross Timber still had locked doors, bad roads, missing posters, porch lights, court dates, unanswered calls, and people who believed the dark belonged to them.<\/p>\n\n\n\n But something had shifted.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Not in the city.<\/p>\n\n\n\n In him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Thane hated that most of all.<\/p>\n\n\n\n He climbed into the Humvee and shut the door.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Gabriel looked over. \u201cWe are absolutely not applying?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Mark said from the back, \u201cThat answer had a pause.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cIt did not.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cIt did,\u201d Gabriel said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Thane started the engine.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The Humvee rumbled awake, loud enough to make a man on the sidewalk turn around.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Thane backed carefully out of the three spaces.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Mark noticed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Of course he noticed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYou are driving between the lines,\u201d Mark said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Thane pulled onto the road.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cShut up.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Gabriel smiled out the window at the darkening city.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cThat\u2019s his indoor voice.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Mark made the smallest amused sound from the back seat.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Thane growled, but there was no bite in it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Not yet.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The training annex disappeared behind them.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Ahead, Cross Timber\u2019s streetlights blinked on one by one, small islands of gold against the coming night.<\/p>\n\n\n\n They had not applied.<\/p>\n\n\n\n They had not agreed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n They had not crossed the line.<\/p>\n\n\n\n But for the second time in a week, they had walked right up to it and looked down.<\/p>\n\n\n\n And this time, none of them had stepped back.<\/p>\n\n\n\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" \u201cYou said we were keeping this low-profile,\u201d Gabriel said. Thane shut off the Humvee. The engine died with a rough metallic shudder that rolled across the parking lot, bounced off the brick front of the training annex, and made two young men near the entrance turn around like something had exploded politely. \u201cThis is low-profile,\u201d […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[4,3],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-17","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-cleet","category-the-beginning"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/threewerewolves.com\/nightshift\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/threewerewolves.com\/nightshift\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/threewerewolves.com\/nightshift\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/threewerewolves.com\/nightshift\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/threewerewolves.com\/nightshift\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=17"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/threewerewolves.com\/nightshift\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":18,"href":"https:\/\/threewerewolves.com\/nightshift\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17\/revisions\/18"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/threewerewolves.com\/nightshift\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=17"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/threewerewolves.com\/nightshift\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=17"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/threewerewolves.com\/nightshift\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=17"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}