"All right, keep me posted on your location. I'll get to the academy as fast as possible," Luke vowed, his voice tight with worry.
He ended the call and pivoted, conjuring the faint swirl of Wind Wings at his back. He had no time for normal travel—Hazel took priority. He soared into the dusk, scanning the horizon for the shining spires of Arcadia Academy. A flicker of guilt touched him. What about Tanya Reed? But saving Hazel had to come first. He typed a quick text to Tanya: "Emergency at the academy. Hazel in trouble. We'll meet after.
"Within minutes, Luke approached the sprawling campus, the sky dim overhead. His heart pounded not from physical strain but from a cocktail of worry and adrenaline. Hazel in real danger…? He dreaded to imagine who would target her now. Possibly remnants of the Black Sect or any number of shadowy foes.