The gym room echoed with the frustrated thud of an arrow missing its target. Willow swore under her breath, her back protesting with every movement. "Dammit!" she muttered, adjusting her grip on the bow. Behind her, Reagan, her vampire teammate, leaned lazily against the doorframe, a picture of calm that belied her true nature.

"Don't sweat. You are at it for far too long. Perhaps, a little break will help you loosen your muscles," Reagan drawled, her voice a low purr.

"It's not that," Willow dismissed, her eyes still fixed on the target.

"Then pray, tell what is?" Reagan countered, tossing a dagger idly in her hand. Willow sighed, dropping her arms. The absence of her other teammates, Azrian and Claire, weighed heavily on her. A premonition, a cold knot in her stomach, told her something was amiss.

"I can't help it. Something is brewing, Reagan. I can sense it. If only the others were here..." she trailed off, clenching her fist around the arrow. The Guild's golden rule of secrets was a heavy cloak, even between friends. Just then, Brenda, their mage teammate, burst into the room, her expression wide-eyed with urgency.