Halfway through, Drew stirred and started to growl, and Landon casually knocked him out again.
It got incredibly dull and repetitive and incredibly cold and damp.
We'd hit the very chilliest, darkest part of the night, the couple of hours before pre-dawn. They had a nice view of the stars out here, and I shivered and stared up at Orion's Belt, barely visible over the treetops across the house's grassy side yard.
Landon and Lirien had retreated a few feet away to confer.
I'd been letting them have at it, sneakily reaching out to brush my fingers over Drew's and feel his warmth, but a few words caught my attention: "…needs a mate bond to stabilise him."
My heart did a funny little flip. "Do you mean Drew?"
"Yeah," Landon said. "I'm sorry. We'd need a lot more time to try to work on what's wrong with him. More time than he's got."
Lirien chimed in with, "His energies are fucked to hell.
