The Idea

The pen taps against the table.

"If I may..." My hand shoots up.

"You may not, Darius."

He chuckles slightly.

"I was simply-" My hand covers his mouth.

"No!" I narrow my eyes at him, watching the humour on his face. Dropping my hand, his mouth opens, and I groan.

"That's a new one for me, been physically silenced." He sits amused, and I try not to get dragged in, but I laugh. My mind goes back to what Maze had explained to expect. Quickly pushing it from my mind, I go back to thinking about the event.

That's it!

Writing it, I turn the paper to Darius. He looks at me and smiles. "It's been a while since one was held here. It's an amazing idea. The Rites Of Passage, however, you need to decide on an age group for the participants."

"Could I not do like thirteen to eighteen? Then split them into smaller groups?" I don't like choosing a smaller group.

"You can, yes. I am assuming this event will be held outside?"

My eyes roll. "Well, from what little I know of werewolf Rites of Passages,