Lucius POV:
As I walked out of Drake's place, the screams hit me first — tortured cries that clawed through the pre-dawn stillness. The air stank of blood, sweat, and burning fur.
The dormitories.
I turned toward them without thinking. Curiosity or instinct — didn't matter. Either way, I needed to see what the hell she'd done.
I wasn't alone. Marcus came barreling out of the shadows, eyes sharp, jaw clenched. We didn't exchange a word, just followed the sound together until we reached the courtyard.
And what we saw was carnage.
Half-shifted wolves lay writhing on the ground, bodies contorting in ways they shouldn't. Bones cracked, tendons snapped, fur burst through flesh only to vanish again as they fought the change. Some screamed until their throats went raw, others bit down on their own arms to keep from howling.
The curse had worked.
I couldn't help but chuckle — low and humorless. My little witch really was capable.
