The underground archives smelled of old parchment, dust, and faint ozone from Serena’s protective wards. Dim emergency bulbs cast a sickly yellow glow over rows of forbidden tomes, ancient relics, and sealed vaults that no regular student had ever seen.They had barely sealed the heavy iron door behind them when the pounding from above intensified. The infected quarterback and his horde were tearing the library apart floor by floor.Kael paced like a caged animal, still naked, his body a map of rapidly healing wounds. “I can hear them,” he muttered. “My pack. Or what’s left. They’re calling for me through the broken bond.”Damien leaned against a stone pillar, arms crossed, crimson eyes distant. “Focus. Grief is a luxury we can’t afford right now.”“Easy for you to say, leech,” Kael snapped, rounding on him. “You lost one man. I lost my entire fucking fraternity. My little brothers. My blood.”Serena stepped between them, placing a gentle hand on Kael’s chest. Warmth flowed from her p
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