The Alpha King's Breeder
“Georgia, look at me. You need to get up! You need to run!”
“M-Misty?” she murmurs, blinking into the bright light cast by my magic.
“GEORGIA, PLEASE!” I scream. “RUN!”
I take another step, reaching the railing, turning and sending my magic in a straight, bright line that fans out over the balcony overlooking the staircase. Above me, other balconies come into view, and several students are running for their lives while others are screaming in the arms of order members carrying them away.
The worst of it are the bodies with their arms draped through the breaks in the railings, blood dripping from still fingers onto the books covering the floor.
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