Dron hacked and hacked at the tree.
There were easier ways to get rid of the debris on his land, but this suited him. He needed a way to get some of the excess energy out.
A way to relieve the pressure that seemed never to stop growing in the pit of his stomach.
He'd never in his life spent so much time with a woman, and knowing that she wanted him to just hold her while she lay there with him was a pleasant surprise, to say the least.
After he left Mark Chief Rynax, he promised himself that he wasn't going to allow himself to be played for a fool, but it was nearly impossible to keep that promise.
Every time Tempest smiled in his direction, he was willing to give up the world to keep that smile on her face. He was becoming as soft as a beta.
Dron grumbled under his breath and swung the large axe down onto the thick piece of wood.
