121. Manticore

Callista.

“What is that?!” I scream, tensing as another roar follows the first.

It sounds like the wail of a wounded animal, a strange trumpet quality mixed with the growl of a predator, echoing through us. It's as if an elephant and a lion were sounding at once.

From above, we can hear the witches screaming. That cannot be a good thing. During my time being here, I’ve never seen the witches panic like this.

"Oh, no!" The Headmistress exclaims, and the next thing I know, she’s rushing to the hospital.

I know that at the moment, what I'm supposed to do is run far away from the hospital and let the experts handle it. After all, I was just a patient in the hospital, a werewolf who couldn't even transform. There is nothing I can do to help.

But logic had never been my strongest suit.

So, I run after the Headmistress and enter the hospital. People are all running in the opposite direction, towards the entrance, novice physicians, orderlies, nurses, and patients. It's a hassle to get insid