The matching centre loomed ahead, a massive glass-and-steel structure. Its towering facade, marked with the government's insignia, was a stark reminder of its importance. Of course, it's a place where identities were classified, bonds were tested, and lives were changed. Maybe.
Jace pulled into the parking lot, his hands still tight on the steering wheel, the lingering scent of Elias's pheromones making it hard to focus. He glanced at the back seat, where Elias lay unconscious, his face flushed and his breathing shallow.
'Hang in there, Elias,' Jace thought, his chest tight with worry.
Thanks to his mother's connections, getting into the centre was easier than it would have been for most. Jace stepped out of the car and approached the entrance, where a group of doctors in crisp white coats and masks stood waiting. He recognised one of them, Dr Patel, a beta with a calm demeanour who had worked with his family before.
