The False Luna Has My Wolf
Then Galen, who had just entered behind Darius, went utterly still.
The lines were not random damage. They formed corridors, doors, and a lower chamber. A crescent-shaped room beneath the sealed passage.
A map.
Tovan leaned closer, his brow furrowed.
“That room is not on any packhouse plan.”
The mark pulsed once. At the center of the hidden room, one small silver dot appeared. Then another. Then another.
Mira stared at them, cold with understanding.
Sera could no longer speak.
But through pain, she had shown Mira where the other stolen wolves were kept.