Alpha Lowell
I paced my office, the usually grand space now feeling more like a cage. Each step I took seemed to echo the pounding of my heart. The mahogany desk and leather chairs, once symbols of my authority, now mocked me with their presence. I couldn’t sit still; my body was a live wire, charged with the electricity of fear and frustration. I moved from the chair to the window, my thoughts swirling like a stormy sea, crashing and retreating with no end in sight.
There had been no news from Streagha. The silence was deafening, each passing hour a reminder of the mission’s precarious nature. If Streagha had failed, everything would crumble. My mind raced with possibilities, each one more dire than the last. What if Streagha had been caught? He would undoubtedly spill everything, and
