An hour later, over coffee, Kent is looking over a fairly grim to-do list.

“Hanging wouldn’t work,” he says.

I shake my head. “Impossible to control. What if it went wrong? How about pretending to feed you wolfsbane?”

“We could accidentally swallow it. If I get nervous enough, I might.”

I scoff. “You? Nervous?”

“Our kingdom and my brothers’ lives are at stake, so yes,” he admits.

Like the Alpha my father killed ...