Chapter 90

The silence in the Alpha’s office lingered long after Cormac’s last words. It wasn’t just quiet—it was holy. The kind of silence that comes before a storm or the moment before a wound finally closes. Even the air seemed to hold its breath.

Nyssa could hear the faint ticking of the old clock on the wall. Each second fell like a drop of water into a vast, echoing void—slow, deliberate, and unrelent