Callie
I HAMMERED ON THE DOOR. “Elijah!”
Magic flashed inside the room, light flaring out under the door.
“Ben, please! Let him out!” Wind whipped around me, ruffling the pages of the prophecy. Mosby growled low in his throat then started barking his head off. He circled around me, snapping at the wind.
Suddenly he froze. I turned, terrified of what I would see next. A figure raced past at the end of the corridor too quick to see properly. The sound of humming floated towards me.
“Toby?” I yelled. It couldn’t be him, but that humming... The prophecy’s pages ruffled again as if answering me.
Mosby shot off, chasing after the figure.
“Mosby, wait!” I ran after him. Toby, wait! Could he hear me? Was it even really Toby?
I turned a corner, and the humming swelled to a painful, rumblin
