Alpha Royce and Alpha Ryker hurried into the jet bedroom where Mylo was bundled up in a blanket, sleeping.
Royce immediately goes into the bed, hugging Mylo's body with trembling hands. He was feeling so sorry, so undeserving of Mylo's love. So incompetent and unworthy of his mate.
He pressed his face into Mylo's neckline, trying not to cry as he scented the younger, imprinting him with his own smell, erasing that of Alaric.
"Why is he not waking up?" Ryker queries Lenn, who looks like he might pass out anytime soon.
His eyes had seen a lot of crazy things today and he couldn't say.
"He should be waking up in a few hours. I made him inhale this?" Lenn shows his Alpha the black tiny bottle.
"Now, what the fuck is that?" Ryker snatches the bottle from his beta and opens it, sniffing it with his nostrils flared.
"It is made with passionflowers and wolfsbone, Alpha," Lenn explains himself, "I had to sedate him."
