Spirit's Wrath (Book 2 of Spirit's Calling)

Fright Night

A/n: Well, as they say, better late than never!

Merry (late) Christmas to those who celebrate, and Happy Holidays!

I meant to post sooner, but things got busy and I had to push it off.

I'll do my best to write more this week, but no promises. Hopefully things will go back to normal in a couple of weeks, though!

Enjoy! <33

(wow, I just realized this chapter is about 5,000 words. took forever to write, but...let's go?)

"Sensei Yang's temple," Misako mused, staring at a computer as she scanned for information. "Not much is known, though there are tours that take you right up to the edge."

Y/n nodded in satisfaction. "Perfect. We'll go on one of those." She yawned. "When's the next one?"

The Ninja stood in a loose circle around the archaeologist, having spent the rest of the night and half the day getting back to the tea shop. The journey had been uneventful but slow, and Y/n could hear Morro laughing at her in the back of her mind every moment. His dire warning echoed through her head; his stormy gray eyes consumed her thoughts. She had to concentrate hard to maintain her focus, and even that was getting difficult.

Misako gave her a look. "The next you should go on is tonight just before sunset. But for now, you should rest and recover."

Y/n frowned at the concern and agreement in her teammates' eyes. "No, I'm fine. We can't waste any time to get Lloyd free."

"It's not wasting if you're unable to go on without," Misako returned.

"Look, Y/n," Kai added with a sigh. "I want to get Lloyd back as much as you. But we all need to recover from last night, you especially."

Y/n crossed her arms. "Why 'especially' me?" She snapped.

"I'm not trying to target you or anything," Kai defended with a raise of his hands. "But you're still injured."

A throb to her ribs and ankle reminded Y/n of that truth.

"I am inclined to agree," Zane continued softly, unflinching as Y/n turned her glare to him. "If my memory is correct, you have not slept in days."

Y/n huffed and stormed off. "Fine. But make sure you take me with you."

She beelined for her bed, unwilling to admit how exhausted she felt, when someone came up behind her. "You know it's only 'cause they care, right?"

The elemental stopped, still facing ahead. "I know," she replied softly. "But I'm just..."

"Worried about Lloyd?" Cole put a hand on her shoulder. "We all are. But Y/n, you know he wouldn't want you to drive yourself into the ground for his sake."

Y/n hugged herself, head bowed slightly. "If I can't deal with this, how can he?" She whispered. "He's possessed, Cole. He's in pain every minute. And I'm being forced to rest?" A stray, forbidden tear slipped down her cheek. "How is that fair to him?"

Cole frowned. "None of this is fair to anybody," he muttered. "But the best thing you can do for him now is sleep and heal. We'll find him again soon."

"Fine," Y/n grumbled, shifting closer to her room. She supposed Cole was right — but more than he realized. He didn't know about the connection between her and her brother, and if she regained some of her energy, she might be able to pass it on to Lloyd and help him hold out for just a little longer, just until they figured out how to defeat the ghost. She crashed onto her bed and stared at the bunk above, trying to clear her mind.