POV: Luna
The darkness lasts for exactly three seconds.
Then the emergency lights flicker on, bathing the Great Hall in eerie red light.
Professor Cael is already moving, his hands raised as he chants something in a language I don't recognize. The other faculty members join him, forming a circle around the perimeter of the hall.
Magic crackles in the air. I can feel it on my skin like static electricity.
The wards are failing.
"Seniors, defensive positions!" Professor Thorne shouts. "Everyone else, stay back!"
The fourth and fifth years move toward the doors, some already partially shifting. Their eyes glow in the red light, wolfish and alert.
Darius is among them, looking more excited than scared.
I hate that about him. How he treats everything like a game.
Nova's grip on my han
