Chapter seventy-three

Jane created another magic to protect us. I'm the school.

The outside walls were swarming with ferals clawing up the walls resistant to the burning pain that was being inflicted upon them.

They were more persistent than ever.

"Why do they behave this way," I asked as Nigel loaded another of his rifles to aim at them. "It's like they want in at all cost"

"One thing only, we are the only residents in this part of the town, so we are like a cluster of pigs waiting to be eaten by the big bad wolf."

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Blake pov 

On the other side of the world, 

Blake stood ashore on the island, his men and colleagues, preparing for battle just outside the gates of the feral kings' palace.

"All the troops have been stationed just as planned sir, we await your orders."

He brought out the syringe, injecting himself with cursed blood for a stronger boost.