Kai
The school looked like a warzone. I marched through the chaos, the stench of blood and decay hitting me like a physical blow. EMTs rushed past, police officers barked orders, and my security team flanked me, their faces grim. I could hardly recognize the halls I'd once roamed as a student. Now they were smeared with gore and littered with debris.
Miles Morton, one of my dad's oldest friends and a veteran in these matters, fell into step beside me. "Only seen something like this once before," he said, his voice rough with old memories. "When I was a kid—a necromancer witch had control over the dead, used them to wreak havoc. Vampires hired them to make a diversion on Cedar Creek so they could ambush us. Me and your dad were barely in our teens."
The images he conjured were nightmaris
