ARIA POINT OF VIEW

I felt it before I saw it.

The air shifted, thickened, like the world itself was bracing for impact. The bond inside me twisted, pulled in three different directions at once, sharp enough to steal my breath. Fury. Possession. Fear dressed up as prophecy.

I broke into the clearing at a run.

Silver moonlight flooded the sacred grounds, too bright, too exposed, revealing everything that should have stayed hidden. The moment my feet crossed the boundary of the circle, I knew I ...