The Apocalyptic Queen's Werewolf Journey (Thora and Darius) novel Chapter 63

**Shadows Hearts by Joseph King**

**Chapter 63: Knowing How to Kill Is Enough**

As the tension in the room thickened, Harvey’s heart raced at the words Luke delivered. He felt an impulse surge through him, compelling him to step closer and seize Luke by the collar.

“What in the world is happening?” he demanded, his voice a mix of disbelief and urgency.

Luke, with an air of irritation, brushed Harvey’s hand away as if it were a mere fly. His expression remained flat, devoid of any emotion. “Thora said the academy’s been invaded by mercenaries.”

The weight of Luke’s words hung heavily in the air. For a moment, Harvey stood there, rooted to the spot, the reality of the situation crashing over him like a wave. Finally, he shook off the shock and dashed out of the classroom, his eyes scanning the scene outside. The sight of students huddled at the main gates, panic etched on their faces, sent a chill down his spine. He turned back to Luke, urgency lacing his voice. “Where’s Thora?”

Luke adjusted his glasses, which had been knocked askew during their brief scuffle. “Didn’t you hear the explosion? She’s probably gone to defuse a bomb.”

The nonchalance in Luke’s tone grated on Harvey’s nerves. It was a careless comment, a thoughtless assumption that sent a jolt of fear through him. What if Thora was in real danger? He forced himself to breathe, to calm the storm of emotions swirling within him. He recalled Thora’s earlier instructions and began directing the Class F students with newfound determination.

Around them, students from various classes were scattering in all directions, their fear palpable. But seeing Harvey step up as a leader seemed to ignite a spark of hope within them. They instinctively followed his orders, drawn by his resolve.

Meanwhile, Thora had reached the electrical room, her heart pounding in sync with the distant echoes of chaos outside. The explosion had been a clear signal, a harbinger of the danger that was now closing in. She couldn’t afford to waste a moment; time was of the essence.

Shirley, who had been by her side, seemed to understand the urgency of the situation and began searching the area. “All the wiring’s been cut,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

Thora’s movements halted abruptly as her gaze fell upon a square-shaped box nestled between two electrical meters. A countdown timer flickered ominously, the bright red digits and the relentless ticking sound enough to send a shiver down anyone’s spine.

“Is that a timed bomb?” Shirley asked, her voice trembling with tension.

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