WOLF
When we spread the map across the table, its wear was immediately apparent. The frayed edges and tears from years of use marked it as the map of the pack grounds.
I looked at the jagged red lines on the old parchment and saw my mother’s handwriting in the corner. That must be why Raine kept this version and never updated it. Maybe he brought it to get a reaction out of me.
It worked, but not in a brotherly way. It made me think of my mother. I wondered what she would think if she saw this mess now.
Raine stood across from me in silence, watching my face instead of the map. He already knew what I was looking at.
“These run under the eastern ridge,” I said, tracing one thick line with my finger. “Straight shot to the portal chamber.”
Raine nodded. “That’s the main tunnel. It was b
