The five hours went by incredibly fast. Russel was rushing around, finalizing all the last minute plans, coordinating with the human envoy, arranging any horses that might be needed and other, more taxing, leadership responsibilities. So far, being the king of Oclan was not doing much for him other than adding heaps of stress onto his already stressful life. He supposed that was to be expected. If he was honest with himself, he wished he hadn’t been forced to issue the Blood Challenge to ...