"You're just a mouse! How do you expect to protect your cheese let alone the king?"
Jason just wanted to protect the king. But being a small were-mouse isn't easy. Not only did he get no respect from anyone in the kingdom, but he was always having to dodge out of everyone's way.
But Jason knew something; something the others didn't. He alone knew the king needed protection. And he alone would be there for him when he was betrayed.
But can a small were-mouse save the life of the king - a large were-lion? Will he be in time? Or will he be forced to watch the kingdom crumble to the greed and hate of a traitor that only he knows about?