King's POV
My heart was still racing from the chaos of the battle. Dad had just faced off against those creepy cyborg wolves, and now this journalist lady with the homemade bombs had shown up out of nowhere. Talk about a wild night.
But as the dust settled, I couldn't shake the feeling that we needed to do more. Sitting around waiting for the next attack wasn't going to cut it.
I gathered my friends – the young trainees I'd been working with – in a quiet corner of the camp. "Guys, I've got an idea," I whispered, glancing around to make sure no adults were listening. "But it's dangerous."
Liam, the youngest of our group, leaned in eagerly. "What kind of dangerous? The fun kind or the 'we're all gonna die' kind?"
I couldn't help but grin. "Little bit of both, maybe. Look, while the grow
