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THE BLOOD WARD

~DAXON'S POV~

The morning light didn't come in strong. It spread into the sky slowly, like dirty water dripping through a crack in the ceiling.

I stood at the large bay window of the Great Hall, my hand resting against the cold glass. Outside, the world was ending in slow motion. The "Void Rot," as Marcus had so poetically named it, had devoured the driveway during the night. The asphalt was gone, replaced by a shifting, powdery grey ash that looked like ground bone.

"It's speeding up," Silas said, his voice tight. He stood beside me, watching a century-old oak tree near the porch turn white and crumble into dust in the span of three. "If things keep going like this, the building will fall down by noon. It won't be safe once the ground under us is gone."

"Where is Marcus?" I asked, turning away from the window. The sight of my home being eaten alive made my wolf pace frantically inside my skull.

"In the library. With Vida. They're arguing."

"Of course they are."

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