EDWARD WILLIAMS
“Son, I am getting old you know,” My father says.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” I ask. It’s only me and him around the breakfast table. My mother has a meeting with the community at the community center.
“I am saying, I am not as strong as I was before. You are going to take over the throne someday as you have already taken over the pack,” I narrow my eyes leaning back on the chair.
“Are you sick dad? Did you see a doctor or something? Are you going to die?” He chuckles at my serious questions.
“This is not about me, Edward. I am worried that once I give up on the throne, it will be left with you. At this age that I am, a fifty-four-year-old man like me should be having grandchildren running around this house. How are you going to lead the village without a queen? Ev
