“The school has attacked itself,” Heather shouted through his watch. There was a crash and glass shattering, followed by lots of yelling and screaming. Then there was silence. “Tim, the students have turned on each other. Something is very wrong. They’re going to kill each other. Send help⁠—”

The line went dead.

I looked up and met Tegan’s wide stare. My magic surged inside of me. I’d used a lot of it since getting to this stupid field, but it clearly got a second wind. I took a deep breath, then raised my hands and fired every ounce of magic I felt at Tegan. Neon-blue and pink flames rolled like waves straight into her. White and rainbow light exploded out of her. The ground trembled and then everything went white.

For the beat of a moment, the world stood still.

And white.

When the light faded, the wheat field was gone. Instead, we were in the middle of a massive, fancy cafeteria with rows of long tables and students wearing matching black blazers.

And it was war.

CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE

FRANKIE

It was chaos in here.

“Where the hell are we?” I heard myself shout.

“School of Magical Arts,” Lennox said beside me. Her yellow-green eyes were wide as she spun in a slow circle. “This isn’t right.”

This was the new magic school, the one The Coven had set up in the fall for all witches and shifters who didn’t want to move to Eden for school. This was our Hogwarts smack in the middle of New York City. For a moment, all of my Coven-mates were frozen in shock. These students were trying to kill each other. There didn’t seem to be a rhyme or reason, or anyone teaming up. It was every man for himself. Screams ricocheted off the walls and the high ceilings. Magic flashed left and right. The sound of metal crashing into metal echoed. A snow leopard jumped, clearing half the room with ease. A big brown bear was roaring up at the front.

Deacon appeared in front of us. His eyes were wide. Red mist shot across the room. “Drop your weapons. Drop your wands. No magic. No shifting.”

Weapons dropped to the ground with a clang. Wands bounced across the hardwood floor. Animals turned back into humans. The magic stopped. Yet the fight did not. The students just turned the cafeteria into a wrestling ring like this was WWE. That bear might as well have been John Cena. It was madness. We glanced around to each other, yet none of us knew what to do. It was that shocking.

“Tegan, what is this?” When she didn’t answer, I turned. I saw my Coven-mates searching for her too. Yet she wasn’t there. Neither was Tenn. “Wait. Everest? EVEREST?”

I spun in a circle, but he was nowhere in sight.