For a moment, Hunter sat in shock, his arm tight around his sister as though somehow their combined will could turn back time and erase the Mark from the sky. But that wasn't to be. In the midst of fireflies and peaches, their world had changed in an instant.
"The house. You need to get inside, Fawn!" he said sharply, on his feet before he even realized, and drawing his twin up beside him. Underage, Hunter tended to leave his wand in the house when he went out, and he could picture it sitting on the table, in his sitting room.
"I need to get my wand and we need to get you inside. The basement is strongest; where I go during the moon."