Damien was still resting in their room, his skin pale on the bed, but she could not stay with him. She had duties to do, and the things people had said quietly in the council room last night had not stopped with the morning.
The courtyard was already busy when she went outside. Soldiers practiced with their spears, young wolves tried out their shifting skills, but a bad feeling hung in the air like smoke. Evelyn could sense it in the way people stopped talking when she walked by, and in the way people looked at her for too long. Ravenclaw was no longer a united group acting as one. It was falling apart, and she could hear the problems getting worse every day that Damien struggled.
George found her before the morning exercises were done. His beard was wet with morning dew, and he looked worried. He spoke quietly, making sure no one else could hear them.
"They are meeting again. The ones who don't trust. They are gathering near the northern storage buildings."
