A knock on the studio door has the desired effect of an ice cold bucket of water thrown over us. Gray’s entrance, and the familiar rumble of Beast’s voice on loudspeaker, cutting short the much needed conversation between the five of us. “What is it?” Xeno snaps. “Beast’s on the line. He needs to speak with you. All of you. Now.” “We’ve just got back from Hudson’s place, what the fuck could be so urgent that it can’t wait until tomorrow?” York asks in irritation. “Is Rocks on fire urgent enough for you?” Beast growls through the loudspeaker. “What the fuck?!” Zayn exclaims,
