Senna’s POV
It started with a sound. A low sound that came from everywhere all at once, like the ground itself was humming.
We were perched around the fire in the early morning. Thor glanced at me, then we both looked up to the sky.
Above us, the sky shifted. We watched, stunned, as lines scattered across the sky. They were faint at first, but then they sharpened.
“What is that?” Thor asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Thistle grabbed my sleeve. “Senna, what’s happening?”
“Shush,” I told him. I had no idea. But whatever it was, I felt like it wasn’t good.
The lines connected. Squinting, I saw that they were forming something. It was a shape. No. A map. It was a map.
I felt my stomach drop.
“No,” I said under my breath.
At the center of the map, there was a point burning bri
