-Andre- A week of training did wonders. The Lycans I trained were not yet at the level of my army, but they now had a fighting chance for survival. If only I had more time, I could have done so much more for them! “Good news, Your Highnesses,” Reinhard interrupted during lunch in the dining room. “Adela contacted us!” They recorded my voice singing a song as if I were José Antonio, the very one from the ballad. My reply song spoke of a long journey and my imminent return. The place of our meeting was cleverly encrypted in the lyrics. It was Blanche’s idea—a song instead of a message, or better yet, a coded song. Only Adela would understand my message and come. “What about my witches?” Blanche asked anxiously, standing up from her chair and abandoning her dish. “I’m sorry, my Queen

