"Sunny?"
"God wolf?"
The two exclaimed in shock, their voices barely rising above a whisper in the sudden silence of the bridge. Hearing their words, Josephine turned around, her eyes widening. The shock wasn't just from his appearance, but from the sheer impossibility of his return at the very edge of their annihilation.
Sunny stared at her, a hint of surprise on his face. He thought he was gone for only some weeks, but seeing Josephine's condition—the swell of her belly, the dark circles under her eyes, the gauntness of her cheeks—he knew it was more than that. He had missed months.
Sunny calmly stood up from the commander's chair. His movements were fluid, lacking any wasted energy. He walked towards the three women, his white fur coat trailing behind him like regal robes.
