Damon

“Father, I really think you ought to—”

“Nonsense, son!” My father, Alpha King Rohan, bellows from his spot out on the castle balcony. He’s very good at bellowing, especially when he’s got an idea in his head.

That’s never a good thing.

“My spies are going to do a perfect job of infiltrating the Dark Forest realm,” he continues. “They’ll fit right in. No need to worry about anything, my son. Your daddy has got this.”

He smiles the way he always does when he thinks he has a good idea, which unfortunately is all too often. “Thinks” is the operative word. And I know that the idiots he’s...