"Be on alert." Those were the words Micah told the young wolves after night fell.
Floodlights lined the courtyard and the surrounding walls, casting long beams across the grounds. Wolves could see in the dark, but a little light never hurt.
Nearby, the witches had already begun their ritual, drawing ancient symbols into the soil with salt. Symbols Micah recognized instantly. Witches dealt in the occult, and demons were practically family.
The main spell would not begin until a few minutes to midnight. Which meant the witches' safety was also a priority.
Once they began the ritual, nothing would be able to penetrate their circle. The magic would seal around them until the barrier was fully restored.
Micah couldn't help but rack his brain.
Why hadn't Mary seen this attack coming?
She had practically drawn an entire storybook across the walls with her prophecies, yet he hadn't recognized anything connected to Lunaris Academy.
