“I’m afraid I already know they’re real.” “No, you don’t. But you will,” Furthoe said. “What do you know about werewolves?” Cooper frowned and shifted his weight, awkwardly. “Is that a gang, sir? I’m not familiar – ” “No. Werewolves. Sometimes a man, sometimes a wolf. Or woman, too, of course.” “Sir?” Director Furthoe leaned back and pointed at the chair again. “I really think you should take that seat now.”
