Drayden sat on his couch as his dragon types lied around the living room in the late night light shining through his window as Drayton, his baby grandson cried weakly in one of his muscular arms. Drayton was dumped on him by his son and his wife to go on a “spiritual journey”

“Oh, don’t cry now, you should be sleeping.”

Drayden sighed heavily and held a half empty alcohol bottle in his free hand.