Chapter 633: When Reality Fractures and Refuses to Hold
Back at the Nightshade Pack, Orion had not moved from his place beside the bed.
The chair beneath him had long since lost any semblance of comfort, but he did not notice it anymore. His elbows rested against his knees, his hands loosely clasped, his gaze fixed unwaveringly on Sophia.
She had not stirred for hours.
Her breathing was steady after everything that had happened, and yet it did nothing to ease the tightness coiled in his chest. If anything, it made it worse. It felt unnatural, like the calm that came after a storm had done too much damage.
Lysander stood a short distance away, speaking in low tones with Marta. Their voices blended into a quiet murmur, but even that could not mask the unease threaded through the room.
No one had slept.
Not truly.
They had rested in fragments at best—brief moments stolen between watching Sophia, between waiting for something else to go wrong.
