Connor opened his eyes on his hospital bed and stared at the white ceiling of the room he was in. Everything that had happened until he lost consciousness in the cave came back to him.
His body felt heavy, but he forced himself to move. That's when he noticed that there was something warm near him.
A small, curled-up body was covered in bright white fur and he recognized the dark blue fabric that dressed the neck of the little werewolf. He smiled and put the palm of his hand to gently stroke Sora's coat.
He felt Glen's movement before he saw him and, without looking up from the little omega who was sleeping peacefully next to him, the WIA agent addressed Glen.
"Where is he? And I warn you that I'm not in the mood so cut to the chase."
Outside, the sky was completely black. It was the middle of the night and the staff had decided to look the other way and leave the occupant of the room and his visitors alone because of their VIP status.
