Wesley had meant to be a scholar, a Hermit whose light would illuminate the work of others. Father had other ideas. He'd arranged for Wesley to become a Watcher.

Wesley had studied day and night, learned everything there was to learn about Sunnydale, and had even taken the advanced training that had pitted him against vampires. None of it had helped. He was terrified. Men who had trained their whole lives had failed at this task. He would have turned back if he could, but Father...

Surely the Council wouldn't have assigned him to the task if he wasn't prepared.