The storm showed no signs of abating. If anything, the howling winds grew fiercer, the rain heavier, and the flashes of lightning more intense, illuminating the valley in terrifying bursts of light and shadow. George, Raven, and Akari trudged back toward New Haven, their clothes soaked through and their breaths coming in ragged gasps. Every gust of wind felt alive, carrying whispers that seemed to taunt them, and every shadow cast by the flickering lightning looked like it could spring to life.
When they reached the gates of New Haven, the guards ushered them inside with hurried gestures. One of them, a wiry man named Liam, met George with a grave expression.
"We've got trouble," Liam said. "There's been another attack, this time near the school."
George's stomach tightened. "Anyone hurt?"