Chapter 5

Seraphina sat at the long wooden table in the main hall, the yellowed parchment spread out before her.

Talia stood beside her, her eyes fixed on the glowing blue runes that seemed to pulse slightly in the dim candlelight.

Maren sat across from them, her hands wrapped around a hot mug of tea, her face still pale but her gaze sharp.

“The symbols here are old, older than the pack system itself,” Maren said, pointing a trembling finger at a crescent-shaped marking near the center of the map.

“The modern packs think the Moon Goddess only created shifters who rely…