The Hidden Princess At All-Boys Alpha Academy

Chapter 0701

I moan in horror as the tent floods with people, as they stomp out the lingering flames and try to pull Tony's body away from me. I scream against it, holding onto him, not wanting to let him out of my sight.

But Luca is there, crouching behind me, murmuring to me to let him go - to let the doctors help him to unclench my hands that are clinging to Tony's uniform. Luca's words don't register with me for a moment as the medics come flying in, as people begin to shout to notify the command about the dead Cadet on the floor, about what they assume was a fight that broke out -

But Luca's hands are calm on mine, and he slips his fingers beneath mine and unfolds them -

And then they lift Tony, and they take him away.

And I completely lose my mind.

I scream out all of the horror and fear that's racing through my body, through my blood.

How-how can the whole world have fallen apart in thirty seconds -

Gibson - Atalaxia - flashes of knives coming right for my face - the sting of the cuts across my palms -

Tony in front of me - Luca's roar and his fangs - and then blood -

Blood, everywhere. Blood all over my friend, blood still all over me.

into his arms and then up off the floor, his whole body shaking as he does, as I cry and sob out what sounds like an endless

to stay right the fuck where you are," a superior officer commands, putting a hand out to Luca. "This is not finished

sob, turning my face into Luca's

taking him to the king," Luca snarls, pushing past,

fucking nowhere -" the

fly open again and more people come flying in

of his way, crossing

says, his voice trembling as he steps towards our group. I moan, reaching for my father, wanting his steady presence, and Luca only hesitates for a second before passing me over into my father's arms. "What happened?" Rafe barks, glaring around at everyone, going still as

blood - far more than could

dad

this. Get answers. Report

carries me out, begging them to come with me, feeling it when they both comply, silently following my father as he

still

changed, my hands freshly bandaged in white linen, Jackson by my

tent is silent

soft sound of my sniffing as tears slip unendingly down my cheeks. Jackson keeps a hand steadily on my back, his wolf

though, we

briefed everyone three times on what happened, or what we think

the only thing to