it was something evil,” a wommel suggested nervously.
At that moment, the noise came again, filling Emily’s head. She clenched her fists hard, her fingernails digging into her palms. Glancing down at her stone, she saw that it was glowing with soft, multicolored light. She chewed on her lower lip. Her uneasiness was growing. She didn’t think it was evil she was sensing—just uncertainty and suffering.
“There’s another creature out there,” she murmured aloud.
Ozzie looked at her. “Sounds like a lot of creatures.”
“And it—they—also sound wild,” Adriane added.
“It’s hurt bad and needs help.” Emily took a step toward the forest. “I’m going to check the woods.”
Adriane grabbed her arm. “You are not going out there by yourself.”
“What am I, chopped rugamug?” Ozzie straightened up to his full sixteen-inch height.
“No offense, Ozzie.”
“It could be dangerous,” he said.
“Right,” Emily agreed quickly. “That’s why you’re coming with me. It’s okay, Adriane,” she continued. “You stay and get things organized here.”
“Take Storm with you,” Adriane ordered.
The great silver wolf rubbed against Emily’s side, her ears pricked alertly.
“Thanks, Storm.” Emily cast a glance at the forest surrounding the meadow. Even in broad daylight, the thick, tangled trees looked gloomy and forbidding. Whatever was out there needed help—needed her. With a deep breath, Emily headed into the woods.
“F OUR, FIVE…” KARA was counting off a group of jeeran, making notes on her phone so the creatures could be logged into the Ravenswood journals. She looked up as Adriane approached.
“How’s it going?” the dark-haired girl asked.
“Eight, nine. . .” Or was that the same one she’d already counted? “Aargh!” Kara cried as she completely lost track of where she was.
“Everyone is settling in,” Adriane announced. “Thank goodness Emily got here in time.”
“One, two, three. . . Hey, you! Stand still!”
Adriane was glaring at her.
“Six, seven. . . what?” Kara demanded.
“I think we should contact Zach.”
Kara smirked. A few weeks ago, Adriane had followed Stormbringer through the portal to Aldenmor. She’d had an amazing adventure there. But since her return, she refused to talk about the time she had spent with the adorable sandy-haired guy she’d met there. Emily and Kara were dying for details.
“Need a last-minute date to the harvest dance?” Kara asked innocently.
Adriane rolled her eyes. “Get real, Princess Pea Brain,” she snapped. “I just think we should try to find out what’s going on over there. Something caused the portal to open again, and these injuries were really awful.”
Kara had to admit she had a point. “Okay. I can do that.” She grinned. “What would you do without me?”
“Just call them.” Adriane frowned. “Though why they listen to you is anyone’s guess.”
“It’s all in the training.” Kara took a deep breath, picturing the tiny, brightly colored dragonflies in her mind.
“Yoo-hoo!” she sang out. “Goldie, Barney, Fiona, Fred, Blaze! Come out, come out, wherever you are!”
A cloud of multicolored bubbles danced into sight. The bubbles burst in a sudden blizzard of flashing rainbow sparkles, turning into chirping, brightly colored flying mini-dragons.
“Kaa-raaa!” a golden one sang. It fluttered up and down happily before coming to rest on Kara’s shoulder.
“ Goldie!” As Kara scratched the little dragon’s head, Goldie’s golden, jeweled eyes glowed with pleasure.
Red Fiona, orange Blaze, and purple Barney vied for her other shoulder. “Kee Keee!”
“Dee-deee!” Blue Fred hooted gleefully, zipping around Adriane’s head, leaving little trails of colored sparkles behind.
“Listen up, crew,” Kara commanded sternly. “We have work to do.”
The dragonflies perked up and sprang to attention.
“We need a little portal,” Adriane said. “Like the one you