Page 67 of The Tribrid Princess and the Taste of Chaos
I don’t know how or who they are, but dark witches are here.
Power
Sienna
“Why are we not fighting? We are training for this very situation, aren’t we?” I exclaim in frustration at Renji. He stops, his eyes widening in surprise.
“Because this isn’t our fight. We are the cream of the crop, meaning our fight is yet to come. Everyone here is not just training to become a warrior; they are training to become a leader. We are the strongest, and we will be the ones on the front lines leading our army when the final war falls upon us. Come on, Sienna. We need to get out there.”
My heart thuds. He’s right... We are – well, aside from me, the strongest of the strongest.
Suddenly, trained warriors storm the building, each one wearing Schattenblüte uniforms and carrying weapons, whilst some have shifted already. These are the guards posted at the school, warriors from all packs around the country and some even from abroad. And witches as well. Each one is skilled and at ease as they have already begun working their magic.
They are always around, guarding the premises of theAcademy. After all, even I know they aren’t going to put all the strong warriors in one place unprotected. Targeting Midnight Academy is the perfect aim for those who want to weaken our manpower.
“Jayce is still inside,” I whisper, trying not to panic. It doesn’t feel right to leave him in there alone. And there is one thing I’ve learned, which is to never ignore my instincts.
“He is safer alone, or I would have gone,” Renji reassures me, his voice soft yet urgent; a reminder that I am a liability. But still, I feel sick with worry, and I shouldn’t. If Renji, his own brother, isn’t worried, why am I?
“Sienna…”
“Move faster!” one of the teacher’s commands.
“Jayce…”
“I never realised he meant so much to you,” Renji whispers as he continues trying to firmly pull me towards where a spell is already being cast around the students gathered.
I open my mouth to tell him he doesn’t, but… this feeling in my chest. Renji’s gaze dips to my hoodie, and his brow furrows, and I know he’s realised it’s Jayce’s. It doesn’t look good, not with the fact that I’m wearing tiny pyjama shorts that can’t even be seen, and I’m barefoot. This must look bad, but right now I don’t care what anyone thinks.
“Renji, let go,” I say suddenly, my voice commanding as my eyes flash.
His eyes are sharp as his head snaps towards me, and I wrench free. “Sienna…” He’s realised I’m about to break the very rules we are meant to follow.
“I am not the elite of our generation. I don’t need to be protected,” I remind him softly.
“You can’t go back in there.”
“Watch me.” I turn and push through the exiting students, slipping back inside the building.
I’m halfway up the stairs, using my Schattensicht to guide me towards Jayce as I whisper a concealment spell. Of course, if other witches are around, they may sense me, but it will keep me hidden somewhat.
How did they even get in? The premises themselves contain concealment spells and misdirection spells, and if you seek the school with ill intention, you can’t find it. So how are they here?
My phone buzzes, and I curse internally as I grab it and quickly turn it to silent and message Tatum, who is calling me.
SIENNA: I can’t answer, but I’m fine. I’m with a group of girls outside.
TATUM: So you got out safely?
My stomach twists with guilt. Tatum hates lies…
SIENNA: Yeah, a few minutes ago.
TATUM: Ok, great.
I slip my phone into the pocket of Jayce’s hoodie, inhaling deeply. It’s an unwashed hoodie because his intoxicating scent lingers, and I lift it to my nose and inhale deeply, his face flashing in my mind.
What do I feel for the eldest Westwood?
