Thoren
Salas and I had just turned into the main corridor when the doors at the far end burst open.
Nevara came in first, the boys close behind her, Elena ushering them forward with a hand at Jonah’s shoulder. The energy in the space shifted instantly, something sharp and wrong cutting through the usual rhythm of the castle.
I stopped mid-step.
“What’s wrong?”
Jonas and Noah both started talking at once.
“We were playing—”
“And then there was a loud bang—”
“Kael tackled her—”
“And he told us to run inside—”
The words overlapped, rushed and uneven, but I caught enough.
My gaze snapped to Salas.
He didn’t wait for an order.
He was already moving, turning on his heel and heading back toward the grounds at a pace that meant he had understood everything he needed to.
Good.
I look
