Chapter Seven

CHAPTER SEVEN

Morrighan Yearwood is the Director of Mistfall Wilderness Camp. A tall, trim figure, with pale skin and perfectly coiffed silver hair, she cuts an authoritative figure. As always, she’s dressed flawlessly, and today, her gaze is grim when I walk in.

“I had hoped, Miss Night, that you would have ceased this reckless behavior of yours,” her tone is chiding, disappointment lacing it.

I don’t say anything, standing before her, my jaw clenched.

When she just stares at me, I finally admit, “Jesse is in trouble. He sacrificed himself to save me. I have to help him.”

“What exactly was your plan, might I ask?” she demands, her eyes cold. “Get across the lake and then what? You have no way of tracking your friend. If there had been a way, we would have gotten to Jesse almost immediately. There is no trail of him—”

“I caught his scent near the pier!” I say tightly. “Maybe you didn’t look hard enough! You’re just focused on the island’s protection!”