Chapter 249: Part 7

Tyboll

I am fully recovered, but Honey is in bad shape. It does no good to remind him that he brought this on himself. We've managed to keep sedation dart guns away from my wily wolf daughter, but obviously she got her hands on the mushrooms that bent me double yesterday. Honey's a wimp because he's moaning loudly and won't listen when I tell him he won't die.

"Take care of my children and see that Mandy suffers without me for the rest of her life." A louder-than-necessary groan follows this diatribe. He's been like this for more than an hour. Shifting hasn't helped and Patreous hasn't returned with Mandy.

"You're not dying," I explain for the twentieth time.

"Please don't say that. If you're right, I may need to kill myself. Goddess, it hurts."

I grit my teeth. Honey seriously needs to grow a set. My daughter has somehow emasculated our next alpha.