CHAPTER FIVE
As the last light leached from the sky, the dark shape of the tower merged into the darkness of the night. Callie trudged on, hoping she was still heading in the right direction. Suddenly she realised she was not alone. A black raven flew just ahead of her. As Callie stopped, so the raven alighted on the ground in front. Callie started walking again, and the raven flew up and onwards as if it was guiding her steps. Callie’s eyes narrowed in suspicion. Was this the shape-shifting Morgan, up to her old tricks?
‘Morgan?’ she said softly. The raven flew on, keeping pace but slightly ahead of her. Callie eyed the bird, not trusting it at all. In the past Morgan had done all in her power to keep Callie away from Lancelot, so where was she taking her now?
Of course. Morgan had ach
