We were in a strange tunnel. It was maybe fifteen feet in diameter. There were no flowers, no hint of natural light, yet somehow there was light. The tunnel was made up entirely of thick green vines covered in leaves. Everything was tangled together almost like a spiderweb. The air was thick and smelled like wildflowers, but there was no breeze. The tunnel stretched far to my left and right, fading into black nothingness. I placed my hand on the tunnel wall and walked a few steps forward, dragging my fingers over the vines and leaves. Wild, raw energy tickled against my fingertips. With every step, the buzz grew stronger and stronger.

I turned and looked back to find the last few members of my Coven jumping through the hole by Saffie. “What is this place?”

“Seelie Tunnels,” Tim answered quietly. “They’re safe now, controlled by Thorne and Sage⁠—”

“And Saffie,” Saffie added before she leaned her head into the hole that revealed Coven Headquarters in the distance. “HURRY, HURRY, HURRY!”

Tenn was the last one through the tunnel opening. He gripped Michael’s sword in his hand. “Saffie, get us there now.”

“Unseelies have attacked a fair full of people near Issale, right on the fey lines.” Saffie flicked her wrist, and the green vines sealed the hole instantly. She took a step back, then pressed her pale hand to the vines and a new hole opened. “Foster and the wolves are there, so keep your eyes open—GO!”

Tenn charged out of the hole without hesitation. Our Coven-mates followed him with their weapons in hand, including Mei-Ling, who held both a dagger and a sword. She paused at the opening and winked to me before letting out a battle cry and racing after the others.

I grinned and started to jump when I noticed Saffie had stopped. “Aren’t you coming?”

“No, my dad and Aunt Sage went to Heaven, so I’ve got to stay in the tunnels to keep watch—” She gasped and then her head snapped in the opposite direction. Her eyes narrowed. “Go, Frankie! I have to check something⁠—”