Ian’s phone trilled with a text message as he lay in the dark. He’d been strong-armed into bed by Gregory’s mother, Edith. If he hadn’t been so tired, he’d have thought it funny. Growing up and for most of his adult life, he’d never truly understood the meaning of a smother. But Edith showed Ian exactly that with Hilda as backup.              The two women watched him eat, all the while reminding him that Yolanda needed him to look after himself. He needed to eat and sleep more. But when Ian tried, he couldn’t forget his mate and one of his best friends lying in the hospital not far away.              Even Jaxon felt the effects of Edith’s smothering. She’d hauled his butt out of the armoury and force him to go to bed.

             Several days later, their little coterie assembled outside of the hospital in the Alpha’s office to be debriefed on their mission and their future. With them sat several other people. Mages, dragons and other species representatives involved in the mission sat in on the debriefing.             “I’ve been able to piece together the facts from speaking to most of you, but I wanted to hear from the two I couldn’t speak with. Please correct me if I’m wrong. You were all successful in deploying the bombs to disrupt the movement of the Fae in and out of the Dream Realm. However, because of unforeseen incidents, that injured two of my people. Now they will heal in time. But that means they’ve are now added to the temporarily out of commission list along with the rest of their group. What exactly is the state of the