TRISTEN
All three field agents exchange glances and without another word, their walls go up; protective shields against a Siren's magic.
An important skill taught to all students of the Academy.
A more experienced Siren might have been able to get past their defense but Moria's powers aren't strong enough.
Still, Tristen finds himself frowning, hard.
What she just did, it shouldn't be possible.
Not for her.
Everyones knows it takes years of training for even the best of Sirens to master Mass emotion control like that.
Some never did.
And yet here she Is, doing it on her first try, without even meaning to.
It didn't add up.
It just didn't.
"Is…is my mom okay?"
Laurel. It worked.
Tristen moves slowly, squatting down beside Moria.
"Your mom is perfectly fine Laurel."
The gir
