LUCIAN’S POV
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The rogues were getting bold. Too bold. The professors gathered us in the dining hall earlier this week, informing us that there have been multiple sightings.
I heard the rumors, but didn’t think much of it until professor Walter threw scouting schedules at us.
And now here I am, at the dead of night, patrolling the damn woods. Correction, one side of it. Mac is on the other side, near the hill.
The scent hit me before the wind changed—metallic, sharp, wrong.
Blood.
Her blood.
My feet move before I realize, and I drop into a sprint without a second thought.
Pushing down the bond that tethers our souls together, I burst it wide open. “Where are you?” I roar, chasing the scent that threatens to run away from me on the wind.
No response.
I don’t blame her, she pr
