The morning sun is pale, spilling weak light across the room. I sit on my bed, the Priestess’s journal open in front of me. Its pages feel warmer than usual, humming faintly under my fingertips. Ever since the threads connected to my brothers appeared, the journal has been… responding. New lines appear on the worn silk pages, ink that glows faintly silver.
I read them aloud, voice trembling.
“The Vessel is never one. Five bloods bind the Moon’s light.”
I freeze. The words make something deep inside me tighten, coil, and then pulse. Five bloods. Five bloods? That isn’t just me. That can’t be just me.
I glance down at my wrist. The threads of light hum faintly beneath my skin, pulsing in rhythm with my heartbeat. Four of them connect to my brothers…Kael, Ryn, Soren, and Jace. But if the
