Chapter 12: The Worth of a Feral
"Move along, you useless mutts!"
The sharp bark of the Feral Dorm Master, Silas, cut through the tense air, but no one moved. We all just stood there, frozen, staring at the bodies.
He scowled, unimpressed. "I said, get to class before I start deducting your dorm points. Any of you idiots think you can afford to lose twenty?"
Still, no one spoke.
He didn’t even look at the corpses at his feet. Didn’t acknowledge them.
Or maybe, to him, they weren’t even students.
Maybe, to him, they had never been alive in the first place.
I clenched my fists at my sides, my nails digging into my palms, but my feet wouldn’t move.
These were our people. Our dorm mates. And they had been slaughtered like animals.
And no one cared.
"Come on."
A hand grabbed mine, tugging me away.