Babysitting a two-year-old is a challenge. Babysitting a two-year-old Duck-kin with a full squad of apex predator beast-cubs is a highly disorganized extreme sport.
It had been three days since the glowing magical incident on the patio. Pip was now officially a toddler, complete with a mop of fluffy yellow hair, chubby cheeks, and a pair of soft, downy duck wings on his back. Lucien was currently inside the manor, being forced by Caspian to take a nap because the Panther Warlord hadn't blinked or stepped away from his new son for seventy-two hours.
That left the cubs in charge of entertainment.
I sat on a lounge chair on the patio, a cup of tea in my hands, ready to intervene if things got out of hand. But honestly, I just wanted to see what they would do.
Down on the soft grass, the "operation" had begun.
"Stand at attention, recruit!" Arjun barked.
