Hunted

question was filled with so much more than those three simple words.
    “Yes,” Damien and the Twins said together.
    “Ready,” I said.
    “Again, stay close,” he whispered.
    Darius and Damien managed to move me painfully into the warrior’s arms. Glaring silently at the Raven Mockers, all the cats in the vehicle slunk out and seemed to melt into the icy shadows. I breathed a sigh of relief when none of the creatures pounced on my Nala. Please let the cats be safe, I sent a silent plea to Nyx. I felt more than saw Aphrodite, Damien, and the Twins surround Darius and me, and then, as if we were one being, we moved away from the Hummer and onto the school grounds.
    The Raven Mockers, including Rephaim, took to the sky as Aristos led us the short distance to the first building on campus, the one housing the professors’ quarters as well as the infirmary.
    As Darius carried me through the arched wooden doorway that always reminded me of something that should stand behind a moat and into the familiar building, I thought about how it had only been a little more than a couple of months ago that I’d first arrived here and had been taken unconscious into the infirmary to wake up, not having a clue about my new future. Weird that I was in almost that exact position again.
    I glanced at my friends’ faces. Everyone looked calm and confident. It was only because I knew them so well that I recognized the fear in the tight line of Aphrodite’s mouth, and that Damien’s hands, fisted at his sides, hid their shaking. The Twins walked on my right, so close that Shaunee’s shoulder brushed Erin’s, which in turn brushed against Darius—as if through touch they could gain courage.
    Darius turned down a familiar hallway, and because he was carrying me, I felt the instant tension in his body and knew before she spoke that he had seen her. I lifted my heavy head wearily from his shoulder in time to see Neferet standing in front of the door to the infirmary. She was beautiful in a long, body-hugging dress made of an iridescent black material that shimmered and showed hints of deep purple whenever she moved. Her dark auburn hair fell in thick, glossy waves down to her waist, and her moss-green eyes sparkled with emotion.
    “Ah, so the prodigal returns?” Her voice was melodic and slightly amused.
    Instantly I pulled my eyes from her and whispered frantically under my breath, “Your elements!” I only worried for the space of a heartbeat about them not hearing and not understanding, because almost immediately I felt the light brush of a fire-warmed wind and smelled a cool spring rain. Even though Neferet could not read Aphrodite’s mind, I murmured, “Spirit, I need you,” and felt the flutter within me as the element responded. Before I could change my mind and selfishly keep invigorating spirit for myself I commanded, “Go to Aphrodite,” and heard the sharp intake of her breath as the element filled her. Sure that my friends were as protected as they could be, I turned my attention to our tainted High Priestess. I opened my mouth to comment on the irony of her using a Biblical comparison, when a door a few feet down the hall from where Neferet stood opened and he stepped out of it.
    Darius stopped so abruptly it felt as if he’d suddenly hit the end of a tether.
    “Oh!” Shaunee breathed.
    “Shiiiiiit!” Erin said on a long sigh.
    “Don’t look at his eyes!” I heard Aphrodite whisper. “Stare at his chest instead.”
    “Not a hard thing to do,” Damien said softly.
    “Stay strong,” Darius said.
    Then time seemed to suspend.
    Stay strong , I told myself. Stay strong. But I didn’t feel strong. I felt exhausted and hurt and utterly defeated. Neferet intimidated me. She was just so perfect and powerful. Kalona made me realize my insignificance. The two of them together dwarfed me, and my head swam dizzily with a cacophony of thoughts. I was just a kid. Hell, I wasn’t even a full vampyre yet. How could I hope to stand against these two amazing beings? And did I really want to fight Kalona? Did we know for one hundred percent sure that he was evil? I blinked, clearing my blurring vision and stared at him. He absolutely did not look evil. Kalona was wearing pants that looked like they were made of the same creamy brown deerskin real moccasins were made of. His feet were bare, and so was his chest. It sounds stupid to say it—that he was standing there in the hallway half-naked—but then it didn’t