Free Moonweavers by J.T. Savage Page B

you don’t hurt anyone.  I don’t know how well you float between the realms or if you even do it under your werewolf form.  But those are things we gotta study and see.  We are gonna lock you up in a room and see if you get out and how you get out.  How you react to things.  We are gonna anger you.  We are gonna do things that aren’t gonna be pleasant, Scott.  To test you, through different battle techniques.  If we trust you, and we feel that you are ready, we will advance you on warfare and how you can help the guard.  Or if we even want you, Scott.  We don’t know yet.  When everything is laid out on the table, we will proceed with the next steps.  If you want to learn more, I can teach you.  I told you this.  But you have to be willing to learn as well, but at the same time be taught.  That’s how this is going to work, Scott, or this isn’t going to work at all.  These ghosts around here don’t like lunars much.  They tolerate with my ass, but I’m not the head honcho around here either.  I’m just one of many.  What it comes down to is we all make the final decision in the guard.  That’s how it works.”
    Links suddenly grabs the coffee mug and fills it.  He slips the lid on and tips it towards his lips.  He drinks down the hot substance with three big gulps and slams the cup harshly down to the counter and gives Scott a big grin of satisfaction from the beverage.  “After you have the clearance, we will let you do more for the guard.  I have a good feeling about you, Scott.  I think deep down, you’re alright.”
    Scotts tail wags a bit at that.  He finds it comforting after remembering how alone he was back on the bluff, not knowing how he was going to be accepted and now instantly having this new family union.  He is overjoyed with the relief and support of his new found friends on a newfound planet that he is now reborn into in a way.  With a grin that would be scary to some, with canine jaws and such, Links finds his grin refreshing, like a proud new parent holding their baby for the first time, nourishing it and replies, “Yes, there is a lot to learn, Scott.  I will have your room all set up downstairs.  We have some old walk-in freezers we turned off and modified for this very situation you are in.  I wish it was more hospitable, but it’s all we have.  Try not to dislike me for it, Scott, but I’m afraid that’s where you are going to have to be staying for awhile.”
    “ Look, Links,” Scott replies, “I totally understand that and I can see why you would be leery of strangers so lead the way kind sir.”
    It was quite comical for Scott to see the big ape man maneuver down the basement stairs crouched over almost all the way to his feet just to get down the narrow staircase, mumbling sarcastic remarks going down about who ever designed the narrow winding turn of the spiral stairways architecture that opens up into a room with an even lower ceiling that the big ape man has to comply with as they venture toward the freezer door.  Links pulls on the refrigerator door with ease with one pull , Scott wonders just how strong this massive missing link might possibly be.  He feels quite intimidated at that thought.  Thinking just how easily the big ape man might have ripped that fist clear through his canine skull if need be back on the bluff.  He quickly shakes off the thought in a gesture that a wet canine would give if it wanted to dry off and remove the wetness from its fur, hoping it would shake off his very inner emotion noticing that he does this quite often in this new organic form.  With the door of the freezer now open, Scott peers in as the light flickers into being from the flick of the switch alongside the basement wall.  Scott sees as he enters the cooler, a small bed cramped over into the corner, a journal of a sort on a desk in the opposite area of the cooler and a Persian rug on the floor.  The walls of the room sparkled here and there from