Zarek’s POV
I was running out of air. Not because I was tired—please, I was Zarek, exhaustion wasn’t in my vocabulary—but because panic had wormed its way into my chest, gnawing at my ribs like some rabid beast.
Where was she?
The hallways were chaos, the kind of chaos that left the walls trembling. Students sprinted, screams echoed through the air, papers and backpacks littered the ground like the aftermath of a storm. Rogue wolves had hit the school earlier, but even after the smoke began to thin, the danger wasn’t over. I could feel it in my bones, smell it in the tension coiling through the corridors. This wasn’t just an attack.
This was a hunt.
And Zara was the prey.
I shoved a terrified sophomore out of the way, ignoring the way he shrieked when I did. My boots slammed against
