Sinister Storm
Deeply, wrong.
His aura was distorted, like something was wrapping around his wolf and twisting it.
I exchanged a look with Ryder, who looked just as shaken.
Before we could intervene, the hallway was flooded with students scrambling and running for safety. One of them, Sarah stumbled right into us, her face pale and streaked with tears.
Her shirt was ripped, and she had blood splattered across her jeans.
“The rogues,” she gasped, clutching Ryder’s arm. “They’re killing everyone who tries to fight back.”
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