Night had fallen for a few hours, and the absolutely deserted streets of this Sunday evening had allowed Glen and Eden to return home quickly. The key turned in the door and Glen moved to the side to let Eden pass. The latter stepped inside the house slowly, ears perked out.
"Stop playing around and just come in."
The male omega flinched upon hearing Connor's voice rising from the living room. He quickly took off his shoes and put them in the closet by the entrance before moving forward to join the voice's owner. He was followed closely by Glen who put his hand on his shoulder. The blond-haired werewolf looked up at his mate and they exchanged a glance. They both nodded as if it was a signal and the alpha started talking.
"Connor, about your car... "
"I don't care about my car," the Skinwalker said with a cold tone.
