#Chapter 29: Late Nights

Chris Leaning back in my chair, I ran a hand through my hair and rubbed my weary eyes. A quick glance at the clock told me that it was well past midnight, and I should have gone to bed hours ago. But I couldn’t. With the Elders breathing down my neck and no Beta just yet, this five-step Omega integration plan of mine was falling entirely on my shoulders. Leisure simply wasn’t a possibility right now. I sighed, my eyes scanning the dimly lit office. It was a far cry from the modern, brutalist structures that I was used to in the human world. Where human architects took pride in the height of their skyscrapers and the large windows to overlook their sprawling cities, werewolf architects were… different, to say the least. The Packhouse, a long and narrow building situated at the center of the pack, was constructed mainly out of dark stone and even darker wood. Pine beams ran lengthwise across the ceiling, torches flickered on the walls, and heavy Afghan rugs lined the wooden f