Chapter 559: Marks That Spoke for Themselves
The hours passed slowly. Orion had no idea how it did, but it did.
Madam Tyler had ensured that all members of the Silver Creek pack were adjusting well. Those injured had been taken to the medical facility for treatment.
Food had been given out too because the members were hungry.
Lysander and Genevieve were still not done with Tobias's surgery, which made Orion suspect that there was a lot going on if they were taking this much time.
But even at that, he trusted Lysander to pull through.
Orion leaned back in his chair, the wood creaking faintly beneath him as he stretched his neck once before returning his attention to the parchment in his hand.
The desk was cluttered with parchment that had been sorted, then resorted, then sorted again.
For once, the parchments were not just scattered around. Orion had actually done his work, going through them.
