Waking up at dumb o'clock to find Sansa draped over him on a diagonal angle, James might have smiled if it wasn't for the pounding on the bedroom door. Carefully rolling a sleeping Sansa onto her side, he pulled on his jeans and made his way to the door. Opening it, he found an edgy-looking Trevon Stepping outside the room, James quietly closed the door. "What is it?"
"I just got a call now. They hasn't found the location of the game preserve yet, but they'd managed to track down the place where the extremists hold their meetings. I'm guessing they're mostly just 'we hate shifters' chats, but it might be worth attending one."