Drake POV:
She did it.
She really did it.
The moment I stepped out of my quarters, I could feel it—the air was heavy, thick with iron and decay. Magic clung to the walls like tar, pulsing with rage, grief, and betrayal. The whole school reeked of death and panic.
By the time Marcus and I reached the training grounds, it was already too late. Havoc spread like wildfire. Wolves half-shifted, their bodies twisting in agony as bones cracked and fur burst through flesh only to retreat again, leaving them screaming and twitching on the dirt. Their cries echoed through the courtyard—raw, animalistic, unending.
