Twenty-One

“What in the world is a Draknol?” I shrieked.

“Well, it would be that thing. A hard armoured beetle with 10 legs and razor-sharp teeth that carry some of the realm's deadliest poison. These things are so massive, the common folk here hunt them to make homes out of.”

I stared at her in shock. “They hunt them for homes?”

“We will probably be passing through one of the towns, you’ll get to see for yourself. Now, Caspian, can you handle that thing?” she cried out.

“Are you crazy? Even if I shifted, I’d barely be half the size of it!”

“Don’t be a coward! Its teeth are too small to penetrate through your fur if you shift, so come on! Fight for your wife,” she cackled almost, and it worried me the slightest.

“That thing is twice his size,” I said.

She scoffed. “I’ve seen him fight bigger.”

“What, when?”

“During the Alpha Trials, how do you think he became King?”

I always assumed it was because it ran in the family. Was that not how it usually worked?

“It usually runs in the family, if the fa