Morgana moved through the forest like something that had decided the trees were an inconvenience rather than an obstacle.
Her figure blurred between the trunks, covering ground at a speed that left the undergrowth swaying in her wake long after she had already passed through it.
Her sky-blue hair had come partially loose from its bun and streamed behind her. Her amethyst eyes were fixed forward, cold and completely focused.
She had already sent word to the other instructors.
Pull every student out of the forest. All of them, from every direction, as fast as possible.
She hadn't explained in detail. There wasn't time for detail. The urgency in her message had been enough.
Now she was running toward the last known position of the vanished signals.
She kept her expression controlled, the way she always did. But underneath it, the worry was real and her heart was shaking slightly.
Damien's signal was among the missing.
