로그인The alarm came at midnight, not the sharp klaxon Wren had half expected from every academy movie she'd never actually seen but a low, resonant tone that seemed to come from the stone itself, vibrating up through the floor of her dormitory room until she was awake and moving before her mind had fully caught up to why.Rhys was at her door before she'd finished pulling on her shoes, already half-dressed, jaw set in a way that told her this wasn't a drill."Someone's inside the wards," he said. "Aldric's mobilizing everyone. Move."The corridor outside was chaos in the particular controlled way Wren was starting to associate with this school, students spilling from doors already half-shifted, eyes gone gold or slit-pupiled or simply too alert for midnight, everyone moving with a purpose she couldn't fully read but understood the shape of well enough to follow.Kaelen met them at the stairwell, Lysander and Kai close behind him, and for a moment the five of them simply fell into formation
Training changed after that. Aldric stopped treating it like theory and started treating it like a countdown, and the four of them apparently agreed with him without needing to discuss it, because within a week the empty stone building behind the hedge maze had turned into something that looked less like a classroom and more like a war room with a training circle bolted to the middle of it."Again," Rhys said, for what felt like the fortieth time that afternoon, and Wren dropped back into the circle with legs that had stopped fully cooperating an hour ago.She'd gotten better at releasing the light on command, faster now, less like coaxing a locked door open and more like exhaling. What she hadn't gotten better at was controlling where it went once it was loose, and the scorch mark along the far wall was proof enough of that."You're still holding your shoulders like you're bracing for it to hurt," Kaelen said, watching from the circle's edge with his arms crossed. "It doesn't hurt. S
Aldric summoned them again two days later, and this time he didn't wait for all five of them to sit before he started talking."The fabric Mr. Fenwick found at checkpoint nine belongs to a faction the Sundering doesn't publicly associate with." He set the scrap on the desk between them, the black-threaded symbol catching the light in a way that made it look, for just a moment, almost like it was moving. "A splinter group calling themselves the Ashkindred. Formed roughly forty years ago, composed largely of supernaturals who believe the Veil should have fallen already, and that Wardens have spent three centuries delaying something that should be allowed to happen.""Delaying what, exactly?" Lysander's voice had gone very careful, the tone he used when he already suspected an answer he didn't like."A full merging of the two worlds. No Veil, no separation, humans and supernaturals sharing one reality with no barrier managing the difference in power between them." Aldric's expression did
Wren didn't sleep that night. She'd expected that. What she hadn't expected was Kaelen knocking on her dormitory door an hour before dawn, still dressed, like he hadn't slept either."I brought food," he said, holding up a paper bag like it was evidence of good intentions rather than an excuse, and she let him in mostly because arguing felt like more effort than she had left in her.They sat on the floor of her small room, because the one chair was buried under a stack of elemental theory books she'd stopped pretending to understand weeks ago, and ate whatever the kitchens had put together at that hour without either of them saying much at first."You went somewhere just now," Kaelen said eventually. "Behind your eyes. Where'd you go?"She almost deflected it. Six years of practice made deflecting easy, a reflex faster than deciding whether she wanted to answer honestly. But something about the last twenty-four hours had worn the reflex thinner than usual."There was a house," she sai
Second checkpoint. Same signature, Aldric said, and then didn't explain what that meant until they were already moving, boots on gravel, five of them plus two staff members cutting across the dark toward the academy's eastern perimeter faster than Wren had ever run in her life.Nobody had asked if she wanted to come. Rhys had simply said you're safer with us than alone in a dormitory the Sundering already knows the layout of, and that had been the entire conversation.Checkpoint nine sat at the edge of a tree line, a squat stone building with its door hanging off one hinge by the time they reached it, and the first thing Wren registered wasn't the damage.It was quiet. No shouting, no fighting, nothing that suggested a battle had happened here at all. Just wrongness, thick and total, the kind of silence a place makes when something has already finished and left."Clear," Kaelen called from just inside the door, though his voice had gone tight in a way that told her clearly didn't mean
The briefing room Aldric summoned them to wasn't the office they'd stood in three days ago.This one sat below ground, walls lined with maps Wren didn't recognize and markers pinned into them in clusters that meant nothing to her and clearly meant a great deal to everyone else crowding in around the table.Kaelen arrived last, still fastening the cuff of his jacket, expression already set into something grim before Aldric had said a single word. Rhys stood at Wren's left without being asked, close enough that his shoulder brushed hers, and she found herself grateful for it in a way she wouldn't have admitted a month ago."Border checkpoint seven." Aldric tapped one of the pinned markers, a spot on the map near the academy's outer perimeter that Wren hadn't known existed until this exact moment. "Manned by four wardens of the non-magical variety, human staff who monitor supply routes between the academy and the nearest township. An hour ago the Sundering hit it directly. Two of the fou







