Packing for a weekend getaway with four Warlords and a pack of beast-cubs required the logistical planning of a minor military campaign.
"Rurik, you cannot bring a harpoon in the carriage," I said, pinching the bridge of my nose as the Wolf Warlord tried to wedge a massive, wicked-looking spear between the velvet seats.
"It is a coastal environment, Little Rose," Rurik argued, looking offended. He was wearing an unbuttoned linen shirt and looked entirely too excited. "The sea is full of monsters! What if a Kraken attacks the pups? I must be prepared to defend the pack!"
"Caspian is the former King of the Sea," I reminded him, pointing to the Merman who was currently loading a basket of fresh fruit into the back. "If a Kraken attacks, he will simply tell it to go away."
Caspian flashed a brilliant, devastating smile, the sunlight catching his silver, iridescent hair. "She's right. The local Krakens owe me money anyway. They won't bother us."
