AURORA'S POV:
My heart is pounding against my chest, steady and strong, as I glance between Arc and Jon. They are beside me, silent, yet fierce in their presence.
The sky looks full with clouds as we step onto the sacred grounds. The wind carries a strange chill, one that snakes down my spine and curls around my ribs like a warning. Our footsteps crunch over the dry grass, the only sound in the air aside from the distant call of crows.
We have come to end this. To confront the man who shattered my past and still snatched what I could have had in my future.
Arc’s father.
The meeting ground is a circular clearing lined with ancient stone pillars etched in languages long lost. The Elders stand at the perimeter, cloaked in dark colors and power oozing out of them. Their gazes flicker wit
