Unlike Duskmoon Village, Lunaris Academy was drowning in grief. The atmosphere itself was heavy, weighed down by the gore, exhaustion, and the kind of silence that came only after the loss of lives.
The human students had already been sent back to their dormitories hours ago. Only a few remained behind in the infirmary under Adele's instructions, helping carry supplies, changing bandages, and trying not to panic at the sight of so much blood. The rest of the academy belonged to the wolves now.
They patrolled every corner of the academy. Some of them watched the barriers anxiously, terrified the magic would weaken and allow the zombie horde outside to pour in. Hence every distant growl from beyond the wards stretched their nerves tightly.
Inside the infirmary, Alpha King Elijah stood near the window of one of the private rooms, staring blankly into the darkness outside.
