"Ren?" Enzo's voice came from the other side of the door, tense and urgent. "Are you awake? I need to talk to you. Urgently."
The alpha and omega glanced at each other, equally confused.
"Why does he want to talk to you so early in the morning?" Zayden asked, frowning.
He didn't like this.
Not at all.
"I will go and check—"
Just as Ren was about to sit up, Zayden gently pressed him back against the pillow.
"No. I told you to rest. I will go see what he wants," he said as he stepped out of bed. He already had his pants on and only needed to slip into his white shirt.
"Oh, and by the way," he added, turning back, "I gave you a shower while you were asleep. You can change into something later."
With that, he headed for the door and opened it.
Enzo stood before him, breathing hard as if he had run there. He gripped his cane tightly, his arm trembling.
"Z-Zayden?" he murmured, brows knitting together. "What are you doing here so early—"
