AURORA'S POV:
The lodge we return to is tucked beneath a canopy of eucalyptus trees, their minty scent thick in the evening air.
We just came back from the Seer enclave, but already I feel like the peace I found there is slipping away. My skin tingles with the weight of something heavy and foreboding pressing against it.
Jon paces in front of the fireplace, muscles coiled tight, while Arc sits across from me at the round wooden table, spinning his silver ring slowly around his index finger. His eyes flick to mine and then quickly away again.
My chest still aches from everything I saw in the visions; my parents, their final stand, the power that bloomed inside me like a star being born. But this… this quiet dread settling into our bones isn’t from the past. It’s from something coming.
