Aria

　　"Tired?" I glanced at Hunter as he sifted through a disarray of papers scattered across his desk, his demeanour fatigued, his hair unkempt, and shadows beneath his eyes telling the story of sleepless nights spanning the past few months.

　　"Can't afford to be," was all he muttered before diving back into his work, scribbling something in his diary before glancing at another document. His beta, Simon, had departed the office half an hour ago to check on the ...