Xander

I lean against one of Solberg Castle’s parapets, watching staff members scurry back and forth below. They carry straw targets onto an archery field, construct brightly colored stands, and string flags from tree to tree.

Next to me, Father shakes his head. “King Kieran says this tourney will display their strength.”

I raise an eyebrow. There are a few competitions that place their wolves at the forefront—races, sparring matches, tests of agility—but ...