Lisa’s POV_ 

The glowing map flickered in ash and blood on the marble floor. I could barely breathe as I stared at it. My veins still felt hot from the ritual, as though Morana’s chant had stirred something alive inside me. The crimson mark pulsed faintly on the southern edge of the map like it was alive, like it was calling me. 

Rylan crouched closer. His brows were drawn tight. “The southern edge… I’ve traveled those forests before. But… I don’t recognize this place. Where exactly are the ruins?” His hand hovered over the glowing 

lines as if he could trace them. 

Morana’s silver eyes sharpened. “You will not see it on any map, Alpha. Eldermoor is not a place spoken of 

openly. Only a few know its true location.” 

Rylan frowned. “But why? If it’s near our lands, surely….” 

Morana cut him off with a cold voice. “Because the land itself hides it. Eldermoor is cursed ground. It is 

buried deep within the southern forests, in a place so isolated even the animals avoid it. You could walk 

for days and never find it… unless I guide you.” 

I shivered. Her words pressed against me like a chill wind. 

Kael crossed his arms. His jaw was tight. His storm–gray eyes flicked from the glowing map to Morana. 

Then you’ll guide us.” 

” 

Morana inclined her head. “I will. But you must prepare yourselves. The path is long. And when we arrive, 

we will not find peace. Fenric’s curse lingers over that place. We must be ready for whatever awaits.” 

Her gaze lingered on me last. It was heavy and almost protective. “And I must prepare certain things for 

the rituals. The altar itself is bound to the demon who cursed Fenric. If we are to undo his immortality, I 

will need to call upon that same demon.” 

My breath caught. “You mean… speak to it? The demon god?” 

Morana nodded slowly. “Yes. I will beg for balance. I will ask the demon to release Fenric’s soul from the 

curse of immortality, to make him mortal once more. Only then can we strike him down.” 

Her words sent a tremor through me. I clutched my mother’s diary tighter. The thought of standing before 

the very god that had cursed Fenric made my stomach twist. 

Sierra’s voice was firm inside me. Do not falter. If this is what it takes to end him, then we must endure it. 

I pressed my lips together and nodded faintly. “Then we’ll go.” 

Rylan rose to his feet. His expression was grim. “We’ll prepare at once.” 

Kael stepped forward then, his gaze fixed on me. “I’m coming too.” 

Rylan’s jaw tightened. “That won’t be necessary. This is the Frostbane Pack territory. I have men, scouts, 

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everything we need. Your own pack requires you. Go back to Nightshade. Focus on your duties there.” 

Kael’s eyes darkened. “My duty is here. With Lisa.” 

The air crackled. Rylan’s fists clenched at his sides. “She’s under my protection. She doesn’t need…” 

I touched Rylan’s arm gently before he could finish. His muscles were rigid under my fingers. He was trembling with tension. Slowly, he looked down at me. I shook my head faintly. “Don’t,” I whispered. 

His chest rose and fell heavily. Finally, he exhaled through gritted teeth. 

Kael’s eyes flickered at the small touch between me and Rylan, and for a split second, a shadow of jealousy flashed across his face. His jaw flexed, hard enough that I thought his teeth might crack. 

I pulled my hand back. My heart was pounding. I hated being the reason for their constant clash. But at the same time… part of me burned at the way Kael had said it. My duty is here. With Lisa. The sound of it 

clung to me. 

Morana broke the silence with her cool and sharp voice. “Enough. This bickering will serve Fenric more 

than us. We leave at dawn.” 

The next morning, the Frostbane Pack was alive with movement. Warriors strapped on weapons, packs of supplies were prepared and Rylan gave sharp orders to his men. He arranged for nearly two dozen guards to accompany us, while leaving another strong force behind to defend the pack. His presence was commanding. Every word he spoke was full of authority. 

Kael stood off to the side, watching with narrowed eyes. Though he said nothing, his expression betrayed 

a storm inside him. 

I stood between them both. I felt torn and restless. My stomach was in knots. Every second we wasted 

felt like Fenric was one step closer to me. 

When everything was ready, Rylan came to me. “Stay close to me during the run. We’ll be moving fast.” 

I nodded. My fingers brushed the edge of my cloak. “I’ll try.” 

His hand lingered near mine for a moment. His warmth was steady and grounding. 

Kael’s low growl cut through the air. “She’ll run with me.” 

Rylan’s head snapped toward him, his voice sharp. “She said she’ll run with me.” 

I could almost feel the sparks of their rage colliding between them. 

Sierra’s amused voice whispered in my head. They’ll tear each other apart before Fenric even gets a 

chance. 

I nearly choked on a nervous laugh. 

Morana’s cool tone sliced through the tension. “Enough. We move now.” 

The forest swallowed us whole. 

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The moment we shifted, the world blurred into streaks of green and brown. My paws struck the earth. My wolf form carried me forward with a strength that thrummed through every vein. The pack of wolves thundered through the trees, their howls blending with the wind. 

Rylan’s massive silver wolf ran at my side. Kael’s dark gray wolf loomed just behind me, his eyes glowing fiercely, as if he was watching every step I took. 

But Morana… she was no wolf. 

I risked a glance back and nearly stumbled at the sight of her. 

Her cloak flared like wings of shadow. She raised her hands and muttered words that seemed to twist the 

air itself. 

“Winds of night, hear my plea. 

Carry me swift as the running sea. 

Lift me high, let earth be far. 

Guide my steps where shadows are.” 

The ground trembled, then a wild gust burst through the forest. Morana’s feet left the earth. The wind lifted her and swirled around her like invisible hands. Her cloak snapped like a storm’s banner as she glided above the trees. Her eyes were glowing with silver fire. She kept pace with us easily. Her body was cutting through the air with unnatural grace. 

Sierra growled in awe. The witch is powerful. 

I couldn’t disagree. 

Hours passed. We raced through the forest, deeper and deeper into the southern wilds. My muscles burned. My paws felt heavy. Even my lungs ached. 

Finally, Rylan slowed down and called the pack to a halt. He shifted back to his human form. His chest was heaving. “We rest here. Just for a short while.” 

I shifted too and collapsed onto the damp earth. My body trembled with exhaustion. Sweat slicked my skin and my breath came ragged. 

Rylan knelt beside me. “You did well.” He was trying to reassure me. 

Before I could answer, Kael shifted and stormed closer. His storm–gray eyes locked on Rylan’s hand. “Don’t push her beyond her limits.” 

Rylan’s jaw clenched. “She’s fine. She’s stronger than you think.” 

Kael’s gaze flicked to me. “She doesn’t need to prove anything to anyone.” 

The tension between them was suffocating. I hugged my arms around myself and turned away. My heart was hammering too fast. 

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Sierra’s dry voice muttered inside me. If they keep this up, maybe we should leave them both here and 

finish this alone. 

I almost smiled…..almost. 

By the time we reached the southern forests, the air itself had changed. 

The trees grew taller. Their branches weaved so thickly that they strangled the light. Shadows draped over us like a second skin. The deeper we went, the darker it became, until it felt like night even though the sun 

still burned somewhere above. 

The silence was heavier here. There were no birds. No rustling leaves. Just the crunch of our steps and 

the faint whisper of Morana’s cloak as she guided us forward. 

Finally, the forest opened. 

I stumbled into a clearing. My breath caught in my throat. 

The ruins loomed before us. 

Stone pillars jutted from the earth in a wide circle. They were ancient and cracked, as though the forest 

had tried for centuries to devour them but failed. Vines curled up their sides, but their shape was 

unmistakable. There was an ancient structure, standing defiantly against time. 

At the very center, raised on a jagged dais of blackened stone, was the altar. 

And behind it, carved from obsidian and towering twice as tall as any man, was the statue of a demon. 

Its eyes were hollow pits. Its mouth was twisted in a frozen snarl. Horns curled back from its skull while 

its wings stretched wide in jagged stone arcs. Its claws gripped the edge of the altar as though ready to seize anyone who dared approach. 

My stomach dropped. My knees weakened. 

Sierra’s voice was low and hushed. That is no place for mortals. 

Morana’s voice was solemn. “This is it. The ruins of Eldermoor.” 

I stared at the altar, my heart pounding so hard I thought it might shatter my ribs. The ground itself 

seemed to hum beneath my feet. 

Then…. 

A sound. 

Low at first, then growing. 

A chorus of howls rising from the forest. I could hear the snap of branches and the thunder of paws. 

My blood ran cold. 

“They’re coming,” Rylan snarled while shifting back into his wolf form. 

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Kael’s wolf appeared beside him. He was growling deep and low. 

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The howls grew louder. I could feel them circling us and closing in. My chest tightened. My nails dug into my palms. 

Sierra’s growl echoed in my mind. These are beasts. But something feels… wrong. 

I spun toward Morana. Her silver eyes gleamed in the shadows. Her expression was unreadable. 

The howls grew louder still. They were getting closer. 

We were surrounded. 

And the forest itself seemed ready to devour us. 

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