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Wolf knew about the attack? No, he partiallyplannedthe attack?

I heard a door shut before I forced my eyes open, squinting against the pain.

“Huntyr.” Wolf stepped to the side of my bed. “You’re awake.”

“Get away from me,” I said against my dry throat. “Get the fuck away.”

He held his hands out in surrender. “It’s not what you think.”

“I said get back! Who the fuck are you, Wolf? You knew the vampyres were going to attack? No, you knew they were sent to attack?”

I sat up in bed and rubbed my fingers against my pounding temple. This was all too much, too much to process.

Too fucking painful.

Wolf was supposed to be on my side. He was the one that—despite every fucking thing in my life telling me not to—I actually trusted. I’d let him in. I let him see some of that darkness.

All for what? Another betrayal? Another stab in the fucking back?

“Let me explain,” Wolf begged. I saw it there again: the desperation in his eyes. The same desperation I saw when he knelt over my body, right after saving my life.

Again.

I would be dead if it wasn’t for him. Is that why this hurt so fucking much?

My vision blurred again, but not from physical pain. It was an ache deep in my soul, one that only resulted from me lowering those sharp, violent teeth and actually letting someone else in.

Pain exploded everywhere.

I stood from the bed, not bothering to put my shoes on, and stumbled out the door. Wolf yelled things after me, but I didn’t stop. Tears burned my eyes. I didn’t want him to see this side of me: weak. Broken.

Betrayed.

“Huntyr!” Ashlani’s voice caught my attention. She stood down the hallway at her door, looking at me in horror. Wolf froze behind me.

I was seconds away from letting the tears fall. I didn’t realize I had leaned toward Ashlani until her hands were on my shoulders, pulling me inside, holding me up. I vaguely heard her cursing something at Wolf, vaguely heard him cursing back.

And then the door shut behind me.

“What the fuck did he do to you?” Ashlani scanned my body with her eyes. Voiler immediately shot up in bed. “Did he touch you? Did he hurt you?”

“No,” I sighed, but the tears fell down my face, anyway. Hells, it had been so long since I last cried. “He didn’t touch me, I just… I needed to get out of there.”

Ashlani guided me to sit on her bed. “It’s okay,” she sighed. “You’re with us now. Take all the time you need.”

I stayed in that room for the rest of the day until the sun went down through the small stone window. I drifted in and out of sleep, still healing from the attack.

Voiler explained that the Headmistress had been out of the castle at the same time the vampyres attacked. Wolf and Commander Macanthos killed most of them, while Voiler and the other students managed to kill the rest.

Hells.

The castle had felt eerie before, but now that we knew vampyres could attack at any moment?

Something wasn’t right.

That, mixed with the pit in my stomach caused by Wolf’s betrayal….

I felt sick. What in all hells was he doing? Why would he want vampyres to attack? Was it to weaken the other candidates? To show power?