Sable's POV
Yarrow raised a hand slowly, motioning for me to stay quiet. The shape of the tree stepped forward into a thin patch of moonlight, and my chest loosened when I recognized the outline.
"It's just Tomas," Yarrow said, exhaling.
Tomas crossed the clearing fast, low to the ground, his face tight with something more urgent than the interrupted lesson.
"Sorry to break this up," he said, keeping his voice down. "But you two need to move. Now."
"What's wrong?" I asked, already standing.
"Ironclaw patrol. Bigger than usual, pushing further into contested ground than they normally do." He glanced back toward the trees like something might still be following him. "Rook's got a few of us tracking their movement. Wanted you two pulled somewhere safer, just in case they wander this dir
