Claude flinched before shifting uncomfortably. He looked around for a moment. In an embarrassed tone, Claude asked, "You're a werewolf, too, Headmaster?"
Frederick nodded. "Though I might disgrace the name. I have stayed in this human form for decades. My body might not take the pain of wolfing out any longer, even on a full moon. I can only enjoy moon-viewing… or guiding younger wolves to be wiser."
A small smile curled Claude's lips. "I see. I didn't realize I was too blind to pick out wolves around me. I mean, I sat next to Len and the others. Not one idea came to me."
"Only the most powerful trained wolves can spot another without aid from divinations." Frederick chuckled. "Perhaps, if you reach Charles' power in his prime, you will know how it feels to find werewolves under human faces."
"Charles…? Grandpa?" Claude left his mouth open for a few seconds. He then flinched again. "Headmaster, you…"
