Elowen POV
The first scream didn’t echo.
It choked.
Short. Raw. Cut off halfway through like the wolf who made it didn’t want anyone to hear weakness in it.
I was already awake.
Healers don’t sleep deeply here. Not in a coalition camp where heirs from six territories train like the world is something they have to conquer before it conquers them.
The second sound was heavier.
A body hitting stone.
By the time I pushed my door open, the scent of blood was already in the air.
Sharp.
Metallic.
Wrong.
Three trainees crowded the corridor, blocking the entry to the infirmary chamber.
“Move,” I said.
It wasn’t loud.
It didn’t need to be.
They moved.
Inside, a desert-pack trainee lay half-shifted on the stone floor, claws extended, eyes unfocused. Blisters had already begun forming
