Price missed his old hoard back home. Sure he loved his boys, they were like his own little family, but a group of werewolves, harpies, and a wraith wasn’t the same as a dragon hoard. It felt artificial, forced at times, so Laswell came up with a plan. She got another dragon hybrid, someone who was missing the wing that price had and had the wing price was missing.

It also helped they were extremely qualified. So when price saw them, his tail started wagging like a damn dog, knocking things.