Aria's POV
The emergency broadcast went out at exactly 11:47 PM, reaching every major pack territory within a two-hundred-mile radius. What happened next was either going to save fifty lives or get us all killed for interfering with a "controlled Academy operation."
"Response coming in," Hayes announced, his voice tight with concentration as he monitored incoming communications. "Moonstone Pack dispatch reports emergency teams mobilizing. ETA twelve minutes."
"Twelve minutes might be too long," Lyra said, watching the fires spread through the dormitory complex. "The smoke alone will kill them before rescue arrives."
"Then we go in ourselves," I said.
"That's suicide. The buildings are structurally compromised, the air is toxic—"
"And fifty students are dying while we debate safety pr
