The Message
"Sometimes I think you have the most rotten luck, Dean," Arah noted after she'd read my story.
I nodded in agreement as there have been one too many close calls in my life this past year.
"It's not all a loss," I answered.
"The Claw burning the one place we could find clues in wasn't a total loss?" Arah reminded me. "How so?"
Right at that moment, Aura was walking toward us and I noticed the rolled up scroll in her hand with its unbroken seal.
I got up from my seat next to the fire, but I remembered to answer Arah's question right afterward.
"We figured out which group of teens they're after," I answered.
"Who? Tell me," Arah asked impatiently.
I reached out a hand to receive the scroll from Aura.
"Sophomores… they're looking for one of us," I replied in an ominous tone.
"How in blazes would you know that?" she asked as she too got up. "Did you read the signs in the fire or something?"