CHAPTER SIXTY

“Why are you asking that all of a sudden?” she asked, brow raised in suspicion.

“I have always been curious.”

She looked out at the empty streets and sighed. For a while, she did not say anything but played with her manicured thumbs. A tinge of black and red appeared in her usual pale yellow aura. I suppose she was the wrong person to ask that question. I wonder if Commander Turner would tell me if I asked. Besides, I needed to see my uncle. I have nothing about him from the gossiping elites.

“He was a werewolf, the strongest of his kind,” she said, her gaze still on the road.

I sat up in surprise, prepared to listen for more. The pain slowly became a memory as she spoke further.

“He led his pack after his father returned to the heavens. Some say he was ruthless and others, generous. One thing people agreed on was that Achillaes was a just man. He was a member of the council of Arth.”

“Wow. What was the council like before you know, now?”

She exhaled, a happy grin on her face as s