XADEN'S POV
The king pointed his arrow at the bird that flew over the horizon.
He pinned his eye and then let the arrow fly. It hit the bird, taking it down.
The men cheered, and the king turned around with a smile.
"Old, but I can still fire a shot with a bird's-eye view." He boasted.
A servant rushed ahead to find and pick up the dead bird.
Xaden rolled his eyes at the king.
"Xaden, is there a problem?" The king asked him. "You think you can perhaps do better?"
They were out on the training grounds, where they frequently had the sport of hunting down birds and animals.
Xaden had been appalled, but it didn't surprise him that the King wanted to bounce around the pack instead of resting after the long journey.
He did not, in the least, like the royal family.
Where had they been when his family had died?
When had the entire pack been slaughtered?
Especially after everything his father had done for them.
