"Huh?" Willow froze, unsure if it was meant for her.
When silence followed, she decided to keep moving. But then the whistle came again closer this time.
She turned.
A girl was approaching, her long black hair tied into a high ponytail that gleamed under the light, with a silver streak cutting through the front. Her stormy gray eyes carried a sharp, prying curiosity that Willow instinctively wanted to avoid.
Willow took a step back, intending to turn and leave, not aware of whatever was approaching, only to bump straight into someone behind her. She spun around and found herself staring at a male copy of the girl. Messy jet-black hair, stormy gray eyes just as sharp, and the same air of curiosity.
Both of them wore casual clothes, which only emphasized what Willow already sensed. Ascendants.
Her guard shot up instantly as she realized she was standing between them. They didn't even bother to hide the way they were staring at her, their mischievous gazes pinning her in place.
