_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 hi
