Point of View
Anastasia Chevoff
I sat in the grand hall with all the guards listening to Cast ramble on how the school failed in protecting the talismans when Tyler’s anger engulfed me. I gripped the edge of my seat and tried not to rip someone’s throat out.
“You okay captain?” Whispered one of my lower rank guards.
“Yes, the blood connection I share with one of the students is strong right now,” I said as my knuckles turned white. Only five more minutes. I sat silently in my chair and bit down on my lips for the remainder of the lecture. I felt Tyler’s rage build up as the last few seconds ticked on by.
“Dismissed.” I leapt at the words the second it left Cast’s lips. I sprinted as fast as my legs and rage could carry me toward Laney Hall. I bound down Tyler’s hall and saw him
