The forest was quiet. Too quiet.
I stood near our camp, scanning the trees while my students finished the last of the traps. Garrick, Cassandra, and Leo still weren't back. That meant one of two things—either they were taking their time being careful, or they'd run into trouble.
Neither option made me feel any better.
The glowing blue bird flapped its wings and spoke again.
Mira stretched. "So, what are the odds we get attacked first?"
Julien smirked. "High. Real high. Our class is the weakest a bunch of problem Students and a troublesome instructor."
Felix groaned. "I hate that you're right."
I rolled my eyes. "Glad to know my reputation is still intact."
A rustling in the bushes made everyone tense. Mira raised a hand, dark magic curling around her fingers. Julien rested a hand on his sword.
