The classification request came on academy letterhead with a Council seal pressed into the bottom corner, and Joan stole it to read it to Soren standing in the doorway of the shared room.
"They're itemizing you," she said.
"I know."
She held the page where the hall light hit it. "I filled out forms like this for nine years."
The wolf was under the bed.
Selah was on the cot edge with her boots off and frost on the floor in a thin ring. Mona was somewhere in the wall, audible, a small digging sound.
Joan started reading.
It was a Subject Asset and Risk Classification, which Soren knew from the novel forum.
Asset and Risk.
The Bureau used it on fused tamers in the Western Territories.
It took a person and broke them into their attachments, then put each attachment in one of two columns.
Asset, meaning a thing that made the subject useful and therefore worth keeping aimed.
Risk, meaning a thing that made the subject vulnerable and therefore worth pulling.
