|Theodore|
“How serious is the situation?” I asked as I sipped on my coffee.
Killian let out a heavy sigh, sinking back into his chair. His movements were restless, even as he tried to appear composed.
He’d arrived unannounced earlier this morning, his face drawn tight with frustration, and now, despite his best efforts to mask it, the tension radiated off him like heat from a fire.
“Far more serious than I’d hoped,” he admitted, dragging a hand through his hair. His usual confident demeanor was replaced by a weariness I rarely saw.
“The pack is… unsettled. The council is hounding me, our parents are practically breathing down my neck, and every single one of them keeps pushing me to step in. To take over. It’s relentless, Theo. Every day, it’s the same thing, and it’s starting to
