Mozrael's first instinct was flight, but her feet remained planted firmly.
A sudden laugh rippled through the clearing. It sounded almost like a child's, very disturbing.
The body of the boy twitched, and his skin stretched like rubber, then it came back together, its face turning into that of a girl.
Then its head snapped upward and all the way backward. Bones crunched and crackled as if wrung by invisible hands, and the grin that followed didn't belong to anything human.
"Don't go! Save us…"
The words came in the voice of one of the girls it had consumed earlier, repeated like a mocking chant.
The other students staggered back, trembling. One girl clutched her arm, whispering prayers under her breath.
Mozrael gritted her teeth and raised her sword."Don't look at it. Don't listen."
The girl's skin rippled like water. His face collapsed inward, then another pushed out from beneath it.
