Chapter 45: Brain Circuit?
Two days had slipped by since Orion's collapse, his body succumbing to the Trihydra's venomous strike, and still, he hadn't stirred. The medical facility, a dim sanctuary of stone and herbs, hummed with quiet tension under the night's cover.
The air carried the faint tang of antiseptic and the earthy scent of drying plants, the only light from a flickering lantern casting long shadows across the room. Orion lay on a narrow cot, his broad chest rising and falling in shallow breaths, the black veins that had once pulsed across his skin now faded to faint, ghostly traces. His eyes remained closed, his face pale and still, a stark contrast to the commanding alpha he'd been.
Ronan, now in charge of the pack since Orion was not available, moved with a steady resolve, his deep voice a low murmur as he coordinated the pack's defense.
Brynhild, true to her word, had found someone to provide the necessary changes for Sophia to live peacefully.
