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Val promised me an army, and it’s here.
Monsters descend upon the amphitheater in a rush, minotaurs, satyrs, harpies, and centaurs all charging toward the stage. Students are on their feet in a moment, ready to fight.
Nico is already in werewolf form, claws out, teeth bared. All around me vampires are flashing their fangs, ready to fight. My own wings erupt, and I take to the sky along with other winged shifters for a better view.
But this isn’t the Spring Fling, and these monsters aren’t here for blood. I see Jordan take a running leap at a minotaur, who bounces him off his shield, sending the panther rolling. But the minotaur doesn’t follow through with a killing swing; instead he keeps his distance while Jordan gains his feet, prowling around the monster in a confused circle. His
