“Was anyone else there?”
*No.*
He glanced around quickly. The hounds were still in pursuit and drawing away, but the field had broken off at the sight of two rock-wights appearing out of nowhere unexpectedly. Gwyn and the other leaders were cantering his way, and he waited a moment for them to arrive.
“Someone came to the Academy,” he told Gwyn. “A way-adept that Mag doesn’t recognize.”
“Not possible,” Gwyn said, looking pointedly at Rhodri nearby, and Maelgwn, who had made his way back to his foster-father. “Not one of ours.”
“Mag,” George said, “Go home. I’ll kill the way after you so no one can use it.”
*Agreed.*
They vanished and he waited a few moments to give them enough time to complete the transition before quietly dissolving the way to prevent anyone from pursuing, whatever
