Chapter 37: Shadows of Survival
The office fell into a stunned silence as the black blood glistened on the stone floor, a stark omen of Orion's dire condition. Lysander's pale face, drained of color, loomed over the alpha's limp form, his hands still gripping Orion's shoulders. "It's the purging," he said, his voice tight with urgency, the words cutting through the tension like a blade. "We need to get him to the medical facility, now!" His eyes, sharp and unyielding, bore into Ronan with a command that brooked no argument.
Ronan wasted no time, he moved to Orion's legs, his broad hands securing the alpha's armored boots, while Lysander hoisted his shoulders. Together, they lifted Orion's heavy frame as they maneuvered toward the door.
Sophia stood frozen for a heartbeat, her mind reeling from the sight of the black veins and blood, but instinct propelled her into action.
