Archer's POV

The royal suit was quiet as I walked in. I had stayed out for hours, allowing the rain wash of sustained blood from the fight I had with the rogues. 

I flexed my shoulders in an attempt to get them functioning like normal but they still felt a bit stiff. It was a side effect I had to bare whenever I stayed in my wolf form for too long. 

The guards outside bowed in respect as I made my way into the building. That was a good sign... at least they weren't throwing me into a cell at Farrell's orders. 

It had been years since we fought like...