We arrived in Regan at a quarter past twelve midnight. The town was quiet and from my seat in the helicopter, it looked like half of the town's lights were out.
Frowning, I turned to Soren for an explanation.
"My father must have turned off the lights. I'll find out why once we land," Soren told me.
There was something else bothering me. If Soren had rebelled against his father, then surely, some of the werewolves must have supported King Rikki.
"Did all the werewolves stand by you when you challenged your father?" I queried.
"I was surprised by the number of werewolves who supported me but honestly, my father still has a sizeable number of people behind him," Soren answered.
"We're still outnumbered," I mused.
"Aysa and his people will stand with us if we ever have to go to war w
