Greymoor Academy: I Accidentally Bonded With Four Lycan Royals! novel Chapter 208

Chapter 208: 208. Samhain V (Soren)

Soren

Some were still twitching. Others were already still, twisted at unnatural angles beneath chunks of stone and burning wood.

The scent of blood and charred skin clogged my throat. Through the smoke and chaos, I could see rogues pouring in through the gaping hole in the wall. Many of them, too many.

This, was not at all a part of the plan.

A girl was crying for her mother. The alarmed cries crescendoed as the attack began. My ears rang. I couldn’t... couldn’t find my aunt in the crowd.

Couldn’t find Maisie.

This was wrong. Everything was wrong.

A snarl erupted behind me and Mercer tore out from underneath the rubble. Jericho grabbed me, overcoming his fear of fire as he hurled us in a different direction as flames roared to life around us.

Right into the thicket of the attack.

"Fucking move, Black!" he yelled.

My Lycan slammed against my ribs so hard I almost shifted on the spot.

Find her. Find her. Find her.

An Exile lunged at me from the left. I caught him by the throat mid-air with half a thought and slammed him into the ground so hard his spine snapped.

Another came at me with a blade. I twisted, drove my claws into his gut, and ripped upward. Warm blood sprayed across my face. I didn’t stop. I couldn’t stop.

Find her. Find her. Find her. Hurry.

Every swing of my arm, every crack of bone beneath my hands, every wet sound of flesh tearing, it was all for her.

My vision had tunneled to a single, vicious point. Maisie. Her scent. I needed to reach her before the smoke and fire swallowed whatever was left of this fucking hall. Before they got to her.

Before she got hurt.

Quinlan was a blur of motion to my right, moving with that lethality he only showed when he stopped pretending like he actually gave a fuck about appearances.

Jericho was somewhere at my back, cutting down anything that tried to flank us.

Mercer punched through a rogues chest and tore his heart out of his chest. I would wonder later who he was looking for, who he looked more frantic and frightened for. His mother or our mate. But now, all I could think was...

Find her. Find her now!

I tore through three more rogues, barely feeling the blade that sliced across my ribs. The pain was distant. Irrelevant. My Lycan was howling now, frenzied, claws scraping against the inside of my skin like it wanted to rip its way out and hunt her down itself.

Find her. Find her—

A flash of red hair caught my eye through the smoke.

The Braxton girl.

She was slumped against a collapsed pillar near the corridor entrance, coughing violently, blood trickling down the side of her face. But she appeared more disoriented than harmed.

I was on her in two strides.

I grabbed her by the front of her dress and hauled her up, shaking her hard enough that her head snapped back.

"Where is she?" I roared. "Where the fuck is Maisie?"

Regina blinked at me, glassy-eyed and swaying. For a second she just stared, like the words weren’t connecting. Then her lips parted on a slurred breath.

"Lana," she mumbled. "She... she went after Lana..."

"Left?" Quinlan repeated, the word scraping out of his throat like broken glass. "Left where?"

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