Underlying Shadows
Ava's POV
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ing Jackson and Evan over the deep forest, the cold air cut at my skin as the moon gave the road ahead a terrible glare. My ideas were racing, Blackthorn's cryptic warning still weighty in my head. Though he had turned in his work, the actual danger hadn't. Still conspiring against us was someone we trusted inside our pack.
And they were practically here already.
A shudder raced down my spine when we got to the clearing Evan had guided us toward. The tall woods loomed over us like silent sentinels, and there, cut out from the bark of a big oak tree, was a symbol—a primitive, jagged form that made me uncomfortable.
Jackson moved nearer, his eyes sharpening as he used his fingers to follow the symbol's contour. He said, "This is a message," low in v
