The LOV headquarters was fucking cold. Hawks supposed he shouldn’t have expected much from an old bar marked for demolition, but still.

He shuddered, cold chills racking his body. He tried to pull his wings closer to him to keep warm.

Out of all the things wrong with him being captured by the League, the cold was probably the last problem. But thinking about that kept him from thinking about how he was probably going to die. So for now, his mind stayed in the cold.