The next seven minutes are a whirlwind.
At first, Kellan wastes precious time trying to argue with me. To tell me I have to stay behind, for safety.
But a Luna doesn't hide when her pack is in danger. They've put their lives on the line for me; it's only right for me to do the same.
Three minutes of arguing. Three minutes of reports bombarding the pack link. Three minutes wasted.
Lisa's there. Kellan's already reported that. I try not to think about it; she has her bodyguards, who have orders to get her out.
I sprint toward the hospital, lungs burning from the frigid air. But as fast as I run, Kellan's faster. He's already there to face the carnage.
Something's wrong. This energy isn't right.
Grimoire's voice isn't telling me anything new. My magic is excited, dancing in my gut, desperate to lash out—but when I try to reach for the strange presence in the hospital, my magic fizzles away.
It's reminiscent of the strange corruption in Ivy.
