The rumble beneath my feet intensified, forcing me to grab the edge of Kaelen's bed to stay upright. The lights flickered and then went out completely, plunging the medical bay into darkness.
"Everyone stay calm," Lysander commanded, his voice steady despite the chaos. I felt a hand wrap around my wrist—Jaxon's, I realized by the familiar warmth and callouses.
A few seconds later, emergency lights flickered on, bathing us all in an eerie red glow.
"What's happening?" I asked, my heart hammering against my ribs.
"I'm not sure," Kaelen replied, attempting to sit up despite his injuries. "But I need to—"
"You need to stay put," Lysander interrupted firmly, pressing him back against the pillows. "You're in no condition to handle whatever this is."
The door burst open, and Lyra rushed in, her eyes wide with panic. "The wards are down," she said breathlessly. "The whole academy's in lockdown."