Someone answered.
I stared at Mr. Hale.
He stared back.
Neither of us spoke.
“What happened?” I finally asked.
His expression hardened.
“Go home.”
I almost laughed.
“Seriously?”
“Luna.”
“You can't tell me something like that and then tell me to go home.”
“I can.”
“Well, I'm not going.”
His eyes narrowed.
“You don't understand what you're dealing with.”
“Then explain it.”
He looked toward the library entrance.
Nobody was there.
Still, he lowered his voice.
“The first time we heard the voice, we thought it was coming from the forest.”
I listened.
“It called one of us by name.”
“The missing girl?”
He nodded.
“She answered.”
“What happened?”
Mr. Hale hesitated.
“She walked into the trees.”
“And?”
“We followed.”
His eyes shifted toward the old book.
“When we found
