Chapter 33: Clashing Tides
The heavy oak door of Orion's office slammed shut with a resonant thud, the sound reverberating off the stone walls like a war drum's final beat. Sophia stumbled forward, her arm still tingling from the iron grip Orion had used to drag her inside.
The room was a fortress of cold efficiency, maps pinned to the walls with rusted daggers, a cluttered desk groaning under the weight of scrolls, and a single narrow window casting a pale, ghostly light across the floor.
Sophia wasn't surprised by the scrolls especially because just recently, Ronan and Orion had been running around the pack due to gis negligence of paperwork.
The air smelled of ink and leather, underscored by the faint metallic tang of Orion's blood-streaked armor.
