Chapter 15 Too Late

• In Alpha Damien's room, the three of them sat at their respective spots.
• Damien sat behind his large oak desk, staring blankly at the stack of papers that required his signature, his hand clenching and unclenching the pen without writing a single word. His jaw was tight, grinding against itself, and his eyes were glancing at the wall clock every few seconds. Tick. Tick. Tick.
• Xavier sat near the window, a tablet in his hands, scrolling through patrol reports. His fingers hovered over the screen longer than necessary. He would occasionally tap his foot.