Rael blinked. He clenched his jaw. Archibald was to arrive the next day; why was he here early?

“Where is he?” Rael asked, and Jared swallowed.

“He’s standing in front of the Council gates.”

“About how many lycans?” he asked, and Jared paused as though contemplating whether to tell Rael the truth or not.

“It’s okay, you can speak.”

“About a hundred and fifty, or thereabout. I am not sure of the exact number.”

Rael nodded. “Then he’s not here for war. He’s ...