Cruden sat behind his large mahogany desk. The dim light cascading from his window cast formidable shadows across his solemn features. His golden hair, no longer damp, framed his intense blue eyes burning with cold fury. The room with its dark wood and silver accents mirrored his icy heart, raging and thumping with barely contained hatred.
Kallum entered in his silk pajamas, his hair sticking in every direction. He walked with composure, despite the exhaustion that hung from his gaze and the disregard that seeped from his figure. Both brothers shared a similar height and build, if it weren't for their opposite appearances. As Cruden's Beta and second in command, Kallum was used to crises at add hours of the day. He was unfazed by the thickening tension in the room.