♔ Tristen (P.O.V)
I came immediately inside after the spar, so I could get some clothes on. At some point, I found myself in my new office.
“Felix?” I reach out to him through the pack bond as I sit in the chair pulled snuggly to the wooden desk.
My office, the truth is it isn’t, nor will it be for a while. It was my father’s, and every object that was his remains. The office is the same rectangular shape. The wooden desk rests snuggly in the place it has for years. The chair still hugging the boundary between the desk and wall. The walls are still the same hickory wood, and the smell of preservatives wafts around the room.
Few changes reside in the office one is the inhabitant of the room, me. The papers no longer litter the desk. Instead, they’re neatly organized in the center of the
