Logan's POV
The arrow came out of nowhere.
One second I was standing in the hallway with Xavier and Theodore, drowning in my own shame. The next—whizz—something screamed past my face so close I felt the wind slice my cheek. The thud behind me made us all freeze.
An arrow. Buried in the wall. Inches from my eye.
"What the—"
Before I could finish, the night exploded.
Screams erupted from the courtyard. Glass shattered somewhere in the east wing. The metallic clash of swords rang out like some twisted symphony, and my blood turned to ice.
"Attack!" Xavier's voice boomed through the corridor, his sword already singing as it left its sheath. "They're inside the walls!"
My body moved before my mind caught up. The shift ripped through me—half form, claws extending, vision sharpening until
