Dmitri and The Kodiak were on the same page as Honey when it came to their part in the coming beastkind war. The cats could bring it on; they did not want to fuck with the bear clan. One of theirs shot a juvenile and the bears were now a bigger part of the war. Honey’s hunger beat out his exhaustion as he opened the door and fervently hoped Mandy had cooked dinner. Silence. He walked into the bedroom and noticed the closet door standing open. He looked inside and immediately noticed the missing tranquilizer gun. “Where the hell are you?” He sent the message through their mate bond. “Shh, stop yelling in my head. Dinner is prepared and we’re eating with Tyboll. Take your claw out of your ass, calm down, and come join us.” Panic thrummed through Honey. “I’ll redden your ass until you can’t sit for a week.” “Promises, promises. Now hurry up, because Tyboll is eating like he’s never had a home-cooked meal. If he eats everything before you arrive, it’ll be your fault.”
