Roman's POV
"Don't worry," Kael said. But we could all see it—the same concern in his eyes that mirrored our own. When it came to the Werewolf Council, even Kael wasn't at ease.
"When's the meeting?" I asked.
"Soon." Kael's gaze shifted to me. "The three of us will go. You and Rafe stay back with her."
I nodded, and Rafe spoke without hesitation. "I'd rather put up with her shitty scent than stare at those disgusting council members' faces."
Rafe had some personal grudge against the council, and he hated them. Being a half-vampire and half-werewolf, he had to suffer under their strict watch back then. The council's treatment of hybrids was brutal, inhumane.
Even to this day, we were making sure Rafe stayed in control and not be taken over by his bloodlust, so he wouldn't face the council's brutal disciplinary actions, which were no joke.
"What if they insist?" I asked, feeling worried.
