The Moon's Dark Embrace
Battling the torment, I press ahead, and I don’t halt until I reach the campus.
There are watches positioned exterior the front of the castle, and they see at me like I’m a apparition when I to begin with come faltering up the walkway. At this point, I’m beginning to get shaky on my feet, and between that, the earth and takes off of the street, and the blood that by presently has totally splashed the leg of my pants, I likely see more like a zombie than a Wolf Witch.
“Nyx?” inquires one of the watches. It’s Quinn, the dim- haired upperclassman with glasses who went with us on our mission to Connecticut. “Holy shit, is that you?”