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Aiden was still rubbing the sleep from his eyes when he heard the first scream come from the north. At first, he paid no mind to it, as it was pretty normal for a cry or yell here or there coming from the vampire territory, but then it hit him. He remembered that his father told him something about a wedding in The Vampire Court, one that he would attend with his siblings, but had Aiden stayed out past the sunset, he would have gone with.
His adrenaline kicked in, especially after hearing the second scream followed by a wolf’s howl, and he started to run. He had never wished to have his sisters’ wind affinity until now as he sped in between the trees, barely making it to the edge of the border and staring at the large castle now echoing the sounds of a battle. “Sorcha!? Kirk?! Ailsa?!” he cried, knowing it was useless but there was that small hope inside of him that hoped they had already made it out. They had to be alright, he believed. They had to.