The surge ripples through Hallow’s Edge like a shockwave. Wind slams against vendor tents. Apples roll across the dirt. Birds explode out of the trees in a frantic cloud. People scream, ducking, scrambling for cover. And at the center of it all...
Raven stands frozen, eyes wide, hair whipping around her like she’s caught in the eye of a storm. Emily grabs her, trying to pull her back, but the air around Raven crackles with raw, untrained magic. The ground hums beneath their feet. The woods lean forward, branches creaking, as if answering her.
Lily and Marissa lie sprawled on the ground, dazed and terrified.
“What is she?” Marissa whispers.
Lily doesn’t answer. She can’t. Pain throbs through her arm where Raven’s magic struck her, but something else hits harder—
a sharp, burning echo i
