The ink kept moving, tracing a path across the map like something alive, and Serena couldn't tear her eyes away even as her pulse hammered a warning she refused to heed.
"That's impossible," Mira whispered. "Ink doesn't just rewrite itself."
"Nothing about the last week has been possible." Serena watched the new path settle into place, connecting the Spirit Cave to a second marker deeper in the forest, a location the original map had never shown. "But it's happening anyway."
"We're not following that," Kael said flatly. "Not tonight. Not after everything—"
"You don't get to decide that for me."
"I'm not deciding for you. I'm telling you what a sane person would do, which is rest, regroup, and figure out who's hunting us before we walk deeper into whatever this is."
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"My mother pr
