Unless they pulled off the impossible.
Anybody who knows werewolves will tell you they can be extremely capable creatures when they put their minds to it. They have the heightened senses of a dog, the supernatural abilities of a ghoul, and the never-say-die spirit of a human who thinks there’s nothing peculiar in shedding a quarter kilo of hair on your lounge every time they come to your house to watch the greyhound races on TV.
All of which means they can pull out some pretty gnarly and difficult stuff when pressed. The ‘unlikely’ they could do easily, being werewolves, and the ‘doubtful’ was pretty much a walk in the park without a leash. The ‘improbable’ was imminently achievable, and even incompetent werewolves could pull off ‘no-chance’ type gigs standing on their hairy heads.
But the ‘impossible’? As the term ‘impossible’ suggests, that was impossible, even for someone as cool and righteous as myself, which these werewolves definitely weren’t.
And what Principal Skullwater demanded – winning the Interghouls Cricket Cup – was fully and totally and thoroughly impossible. Yet if they didn’t pull it off the werewolves were out of Horror High.
Expelled. Evicted. Banished. Exorcised. Forever …
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