Edward came downstairs, knowing he was late.
"My apologies, All. I was detained. Did I hear us discussing werewolves again? That's an old tired topic, isn't it?" he asked.
"He has to go to Fenrir, and you know it," Khaat said quietly and firmly.
"Well, yes. Of course I know that," Edward said. "That is rather obvious, is it not?"
"And you're not worried about it?"
"No. Should I be? Greyback was intimidating in his day, certainly. But aside from the fact that he is a werewolf and used to be powerful, now he is little more than a very old werewolf now. Older than I am. He undoubtedly commands a pack now, but how big or small, we don't know.
"The Greyback I knew, while he certainly agrees with James's goals of spreading the curse, would not be proud at all of all the other madness that James has done. This is certainly not how Greyback would be launching the same plan. James and his pack will certainly find shelter with Fenrir, but at a price. Fenrir does nothing out of generosity. It will cost James."
"What do you mean?"
"He'll want control of James and his pack. And, that also means he can't afford to have James chasing you, bloodlust or not. For awhile, he'll be trying to put a leash on him. And that buys you a bit of time. I suggest you move forward with a belated Easter celebration in Tuscany like you planned. You certainly all have a lot to celebrate now."