Protective.

Ace grips the reins of his emotions tightly as he steps outside the mansion.

The air feels thick, heavy with unease. Wolves groan in pain behind him, their suffering ringing in his ears, but he has no choice. If there's even a slim chance that Rehan has the cure, he has to take it.

Rehan stands by a sleek black Jeep, arms crossed, watching him with unreadable eyes.

His usual arrogance is dialed down, replaced with something softer, something Ace doesn't trust.

"I wasn't expecting you to agree so quickly," Rehan muses, stepping closer.

"I don't have time to waste with what you thoughts. And don't expect me to be now kneeling to you with ultimate politeness because of this... you want to help, so help without expecting anything!" Ace says flatly. He pushes past him and climbs into the passenger seat.