Kenneth’s POV
I made my way down the long corridor toward my father’s chambers, my chest tight with anticipation. More than anything, I wanted to see my mother. To most, she was a queen—respected, regal, untouchable. But to me, she was simply Mama: the fierce lioness from Nigeria with the kindest smile I had ever known.
Mom and Dad were fated mates. Their love story had become something of a legend in our pride. Dad had gone to the African Werelion Summit decades ago, a gathering held every five years where Leos and Rexes from around the world shared counsel. Those summits weren’t just political; they were vital. There, leaders discussed how to govern our kind, how to maintain secrecy from humans, and how to defend ourselves against rogues and other supernatural threats.
At the time, Da
