The Final Hour

Kaelen

Weak morning light crept into my rooms, clashing sharply with the bleak haze weighing down my thoughts. I slumped in my chair behind the desk, surrounded by scattered, half-completed paperwork. No matter how hard I tried to lose myself in the daily demands of leading the pack, my mind kept circling back to my father's failing health.

His worsening state followed me everywhere while I mech