“Bleeding?” I repeated my mind raked.

Allison shot to his feet. “Why didn’t she just call you?”

I was already standing, the half-eaten bowl forgotten in my hands.

“Something’s wrong here,” I whispered.

Malcolm’s hand closed around my wrist, not to stop me, but to ground me. “I’m coming with you.”

“Let’s go.” I nodded.

We rushed to the lobby where Shannon was already being tended to by nurses. My breath caught in my throat at the sight of the deep, jagged claw marks tearing from her right shoulder down her back—her Guardian uniform was shredded, stained dark with blood.

“Shannon? What happened to you?” I half-ran to her side,...