Chapter 22: Ancalagon

When my father, Merethyl, Tana, and Cedric arrived home later that night, I went to them and told them my plan. My father is covered in his children with his mate, loving on them and giving them a lot of attention since he’s been gone. Merethyl is holding the youngest one, an elf son, while my father plays with the other three. He’s always been a good father, even to me. I wonder if I ever have children if I’ll be a good father too.

“Are you sure that’s a good idea, son?” my father asks me.

“I don’t see any other way. Do you?” I ask.

My father looks at Merethyl.

“When do you want to do this?” she asks me.

“Tomorrow. I don’t like the idea that she has explosives in her brain. Now that we know how the Mean Ones got the paralytic, I’d feel a whole lot better if they were out of her head.”

“I understand, but it’s a risk,” my father says.

“So is everything else that we do. This isn’t any different, it’s just that I’ll be the one taking the brunt of her anger if she lashes out, but I don’t t