Mitchell POV
"Get the hell away from that window, Prince Mitchell."
Nina's voice cracks like a whip across the stone floor of the corridor.
I do not move. I keep my forehead pressed against the cold glass, my eyes locked on the western perimeter. The tarmac of the courtyard is black with soot.
"The fountain is gone," Nina says, her breath rattling in her throat as she stops two inches behind my left shoulder. "The structure just... split. And the sky is dropping liquid fire onto the grass. It is burning through the soil."
"I have eyes, Nina," I snap.
I watch a glob of burning orange grease hit the stone wall outside. It hisses, eating into the mortar. My fingers twitch against the window frame. My skin feels tight, dry, and entirely too thin. Inside my chest, my wolf is nothing but a
