He wasn't sure he'd ever since William move that quickly, but as Jon looked over William's shoulder and saw Gerard's gaze snap toward them, he took the advice and quickly followed.
"Why hasn't Gerard shifted?" Jon called out.
The moon was ridiculously bright, the entire grounds highlighted in soft white. A stitch was starting to twinge in his side, and fuck, Jon hated running. At least it was too cold for flip flops and he had actual shoes on.