Roxxane's POV
Holy s**t.
Canan and I just bonded over a bunch of dead bodies.
The air still smells like blood and smoke. I can taste the metallic tang on my tongue, heavy and raw.
I watch as the bodies lie scattered across the clearing, twisted in shapes that don’t look human anymore. I don’t even want to count them. Not because I couldn’t look at them, but because they were irrelevant.
It is already getting dark. The sky is bleeding into streaks of violet, the moon was already stretching pale across the trees. Eli looks around nervously. “We can’t make it back to the academy tonight. It’s too far, and we don’t know what’s still out there.”
“Don’t be a p***y, Eli. Let’s just get out of this creepy woods.” Someone from Karl’s group spoke up.
“We should be lucky nobody lost the
