Werewolf Academy
Faster.
The weight of it all, the destruction, the chaos—it shatters the last bit of frozen shock inside me.
I bolt upright, instinct overriding confusion. My paws dig into the floor, and before I know what I’m doing, I run.
Elijah is beside me, sprinting, dodging the collapsing gym. We weave through the wreckage, past students who are shifting mid-run, some screaming, some fighting. I catch a glimpse of Luca’s massive black wolf—but I don’t see my other friends. I want more than anything to look for them, but everything is falling.