Magnus' POV
The morning breeze hit Magnus as soon as he stepped outside the hospital. A cool wind rustled the trees near the entrance. It was a relief for him, made even more so by the faint scent of pine in the air.
Dr. Alexander led him to a nearby bench. They sat side by side, the doctor folding his hands neatly on his knees, Magnus lounging back against the seat. Though he tried to calm his heart, it seemed to skip a beat a few times.
"Alright, doc," Magnus said lightly, stretching his arms overhead. "You dragged me all the way out here, and not even for a drink? Better make this good."
Alexander glanced at him, his lips twitching faintly but not enough to be a smile. His eyes were too heavy for that.
"This isn't a story I can tell inside," he said. "Not when everyone's around. But now, I believe it's time…"
Magnus leaned forward, his grin softening. "To know everything about my Little Wolf?"
