Ghost grumbles to himself as he marches through the hospital, the soft sound of his boots meeting the linoleum floor. Jane, a placing agent, is on his heels, informing him about the omega they were seeing.

Ghost's jaw tightens at the mention of the former Alpha. "What happened? Why was the omega relinquished?" he asks, his voice low and intense.

Jane glances down at the file in her hand, her expression somewhat hesitant. "The previous Alpha was...unkind towards the omega, both physically and mentally. They've already been charged and the court is working to have them taken into custody."

Ghost can’t help but let out a growl of annoyance, not at Jane, but at the situation. He hates hearing about abuse on omegas. “How bad is this omega?” he asks, his voice gruff. It may seem insensitive, but he has a lot of experience with omegas who had been put through situations like this.

Jane flips through the file, her brow furrowed as she reads. "They has been exhibiting signs of mental decline and triggers to certain things. They don't seem to act on self preservation. "Ghost’s jaw ticks, his eyes hardening under his mask. He understands all too well the signs of mental distress in omegas.

As the pair reach the door, Ghost pauses. He takes a deep breath, mentally preparing himself for the little darling. Despite knowing the signs of mental distress, it never gets easier. "Wait here," he tells Jane, his voice firm but quieter than before. He reaches for the handle, taking another breath before pushing the door open.

The instant he enters, something in his demeanor shifts, like a switch flipping. Gone is the intensity and harshness, replaced by a gentle and nurturing aura. Ghost's shoulders visibly relax. He takes in the little darlings appearance, the vacant look in their eyes as they stared out the window.

He takes a few quieter steps towards the bed, gesturing to the chair by the bedside. "May I sit, love?" he asks, his voice a low, gentle rumble.