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Pack villages were known on the map by their pack names, so if one were to pull out a map of the place where he lived, it would simply say, “Rising Moon.” Deciding it was worth a try to search for #blackholemoon, August scanned the pictures on one app particularly popular with teens. To his surprise, lots of pictures came up. There was a girl he recognized as the sister of the Alpha in most of the pictures, and he realized this account, @sistersister must be her account. Her name was Stephanie Voles, and her brother, Rider Voles, was an asshole if August had ever met one.

You're doing well. 'Thanks. Going to have to find somewhere else to train now though. You know anywhere your friends won't find us?' I look down as they walk past me, but they don't look in my direction as they go to take their seats. 'The little clearing up behind the quarry. It's far enough from the border that the patrols never go there and Alpha Eligor has stopped anyone messing around in the quarry after the last storm made it too dangerous.' He briefly glances at me and gives me a quick smile, before turning back and nodding at something Caleb is saying. 'Is it still just you and Ana?'

“We heard the news.” Alpha Raymond’s eyes widened slightly. “Three?” “Yes,” I smiled. “Three.” “Then you carry more than just a mission,” he replied. We sat down, and I laid the illusion map flat on the table — the one I had copied from the markings on my back onto a moving magical surface. “This is where we’re headed,” I explained. “North. Toward the caves.” Alpha Raymond studied it carefully. Luna Claire leaned closer. “There is a route,” Alpha Raymond said slowly. “But it’s not easy. The northern terrain is unstable — narrow passes, frozen ridges, hidden drops.”

Kael counted them twice. The first section was coordinates—six sets, in the northern territorial notation the novel used for its maps. He recognized two of them from the appendices. One was near the Ashfen border region. One was further north, closer to the old Dreadmourne mining claims. The other four he couldn't place without a map, and the estate's maps had gone with the strongbox.

The tension flares, a crack in our unity. Cassia battles the keeper-specter, her fire-etched blade clashing with its starlight, the vault trembling. “Aelys, I’ve got the map!” she shouts, her aura blazing. The specter’s hymn weakens, its form fracturing, and the map glows, revealing fragment locations across the reborn world. Lirien’s tablet pulses, her voice urgent. “The northern spires—closest fragment’s there!” Sylvara’s vines collapse, her voice faint. “The hybrid’s breaching the nexus, Aelys—hurry!”

“I—I’ll need direct access to the Cartograph for a while. Maybe the rest of the night.” “Then you’ll have a guard,” Alessia said. “No one disturbs you.” Rian’s eyes sparkled. “This is the best terrible job I’ve ever had.” Kael looked at Alessia. “You’re not planning to stay here all night.” “No,” she said. “You’re going out,” he guessed. “Yes.” Ianthe laughed under her breath. “Of course she is.” Alessia turned back to the map and pointed to a section near the Lunaris border—where red threads were faint but strangely… patterned.

“But he couldn’t step one foot in that territory. Those people are fiercely tribal. They would never let a Forest Kingdom Alpha hide there.” “We had considered that,” Alberin says. “But we don’t know where he’s headed if not deep into the Swamplands.” “This here—” I point to a settlement marked deep in the mountains behind the Swamplands that I don’t remember ever seeing on any of our maps in Oceana. “What is this?” “I don’t know,” he replies. “I never concerned myself with lands outside the known kingdoms. Assanan never allowed our people out of the forest, except on battles.”

Amelia's eyes fell on the shop, they were in the other village doing an investigation and found many visitors and guests from other villages buying the stuff from that shop. Amelia slowly tugged at Faiz's shirt and pulled her shirt down multiple times attracting her attention. Faiz glanced at her as if asking her what she want. " Should we look into the map? ", Amelia asked. Faiz hesitate at first but then decided to turn to the shop and looked for the clues from there. Taking Amelia's suggestion, she bought the country map. In this map, everything was recorded and listed, from small villages to the large cities within the Lycan kingdom.

"But if you doubt me now, let me offer you something tangible." He gestures to one of the rebels beside him, a tall woman with braids in her hair like the roots of an ancient tree. She steps forward, carrying a leather-bound map, frayed at the edges and marked with faint lines in faded ink. Caelan unfolds it, and I realize it’s a detailed map of Oceana marked with paths, waterways, and routes that are clearly intended to avoid the usual military outposts.

Still, a smile crept up on her face as she murmured, “But James is actually a pretty nice guy.” At the same time, James was on his way to the military region. At the Blithe King’s office… The Blithe King spun the globe in his hand and marked a tiny red dot at a specific spot, saying, “This is the approximate location. A more detailed map is currently being produced. Please wait here for a moment.” “Mhm.” James nodded. With current technological levels, finding the location of Dragon Abyss was a piece of cake. After approximately twenty minutes, a brand-new, detailed map was produced.