Kaelen’s POV —

The night was too still. Too quiet.

Even the wind seemed to hold its breath as I stared down at the small, rolled parchment in my hand — the one the messenger hawk had dropped at my door entrance just moments ago.

Aria was sleeping with her family today, she said she missed them.

The wax seal was the mark of the Seer — the only one trusted by the Moon Goddess herself. I’d met her once before, when she awakened Aria's powers. Her eyes had been white as ...