I pushed through the smoke and chaos, following the student deeper into the academy grounds. My wolf snarled inside me, fury and hurt twisting together until I couldn't separate them.

His name was Thomas. Seventeen. Quiet. Always asked good questions during training.

And now he was running like prey.

"Thomas, stop!"

He didn't. Just kept running toward the medical stations where Celeste had set up the emergency supplies. Where we'd moved the real supplies after learning about Marcus's ...