Unknown number: how does it feel to be a grandpa, Ashy?

Unknown number: it is so cute. Never had half-dragon meat before. ;) 🍖

Unknown number: :D I like your lair to btw. And your precious eggs. So delicious. 🍳 -sends a pic as proof he isn't playing-

Unknown number: come back home, little human :D You have a week before... -another pic of an egg in dark clawed fingers while Cal and Devrim slept, not knowing or sensing any danger- One week before I break this one, week two BREAK, week three BREAK... Week four.. well Dev can have more babies~

Unknown Number: XOXO :D -HABIT

Everything in Tom's heart just instantly stopped cold. The want, the will to just go his way, leave his family be, and drown in his own inner self destruction, FUCKING slipped away in an instant as a wave of absolute and utter terror washed over him.

It was one thing for him to self destruct, it was another for someone to threaten the lives of his children and Cal.

The frown that pierced his stoic exterior brought pings of a glaze to his still vivid blue eyes, as fury took hold of the ancient yet very now human Asher.

Devrim had his hatchling ... and HABIT was there.

Without a second thought or moment, Tom bolted into a run down the streets to the nearest bus station, hailing for a cab at the same time. One screeched up to a stop, and Tom jumped in. "AIRPORT! AIRPORT!" he screamed, digging his human fingers into the man's leather back seat, ripping and ripping and desperately trying to rip it to shreds with nothing even coming up, barely even a scratch.

"Hey! Knock it off back there, or I'm not taking you anywhere."

Tom slipped over the edge of the backseat and put a gun to the man's throat. "Get me the FUCK to the airport, now, or I'll be bathing in your blood."

Tom looked down at his phone and texted.