Chapter 639: What the Pack Heard
The room had been quiet for too long.
Sophia hadn't made a sound in over an hour, and somehow that silence felt worse than the screams that had come before it. At least the screams had meant she was reacting. Fighting. Feeling something.
Now there was nothing.
Orion sat beside her on the bed, close enough that his knee brushed against her thigh, his gaze fixed on her face like he could force her to wake if he stared hard enough. One of his hands rested near hers, not quite holding it, but close enough that he could feel the faint warmth of her skin.
She looked… peaceful.
Too peaceful.
He didn't trust it.
"She should've reacted by now," he said quietly, his voice rough from disuse.
Across the room, Lysander stood near the desk, flipping through a small notebook he hadn't written in for a while. It was more habit than focus at this point—his attention was clearly on Sophia, even if his eyes weren't always on her.
