The dark night seemed to wrap around Dron as he slowly made his way back to the house. He tried hard not to think about what he'd just heard but it wasn't like he could pretend that every hair on the back of his neck didn't stand on end the second he heard Mexyn and Tempest talking about a hysterectomy.
Was she already that far gone?
Was she really so disgusted by the possibility of mating with Dron that she was contemplating an invasive and life changing decision?
Dron didn't stay around long enough to hear any more of what they were saying to one another. All he needed was that one word to know that it wasn't a conversation for him to hear. When Tempest told him she wanted to speak with Mexyn he was originally against it. He was still a bit hesitant about trusting her. Tempest insisted saying that Mexyn was the only omega female she had any bit of trust in and she wanted to know more about the heat process.
