Chapter 33

Christian’s POV There is death everywhere. Everywhere. If it’s not the bodies, it’s the stench of blood, and if not that, the smell of the lingering fear and panic. They must have been partying as usual when the rogues broke through the clearing. Usually, they would sense them approaching, but they didn’t. I can’t think of why they were caught off guard. Were they all so drunk that their senses were totally compromised? Whatever happened, it’s my fault. I killed so many rogues yesterday. This must be their payback. They must have attacked in a very big group. That’s why they were able to overwhelm the students so quickly that nobody managed to make a distress call. I run fast to track the retreating rogues and students who could still be running for their lives. If there’s anyone who’s still out there, I have to get to them. Some of the guards round up the survivors, most of them too injured to walk. Others, like me, try to track the rogues. Their scents are all over the place. I could