ARIA'S POV
The fire had burned down to embers by the time I opened my eyes. I had fallen asleep between them, wrapped in their warmth, but I woke to the sound of movement in the kitchen. Thorne was humming softly, and the scent of something warm and herbal filled the air. I sat up slowly, still covered in the blanket, and pressed a hand to my belly.
She was still. Peaceful. Like she was resting, too.
Kael stirred beside me, brushing his fingers through my hair. "Did you sleep well?"
I nodded. "I think so."
Draven was already awake, sitting at the foot of the bed, lacing his boots. Silas had moved to the chair near the fire, his head bowed, hands clasped in front of him like he was deep in thought. The energy in the room felt different this morning. Quiet, but heavy. Like something was coming.
It didn't take long before Kael confirmed it.
"The full moon rises tonight," he said, looking at each of us. "And that means the ritual has to be completed."
