Dron didn't even have a chance to explain to Tempest what was happening.
The panic in Gerax's voice pulled at the alpha in him.
Dron wanted to stay in the dreamworld with Tempest but if something were happening in the reality that he had to deal with then he would just have to pull himself out of the dream.
He opened his eyes slowly. Forcing himself out of the dreamworld abruptly was harder than he thought it would be. It felt as if he wree trying to pull himself out of a medically induced coma. Everything seemed to wave and ripple in his vision.
The heat was unbearable.
Had they really slept so long that it was already morning?
He didn't think so many hours had past.
Dron blinked a few times once again, trying to clear his eyes.
"Dron!" Gerax voice bellowed again and Dron felt his body jerk up and down. He looked forward and focused on the door. Gerax was trying to break the door down but the bed was broken and wedged up against the wood.
