Tessa/Jessica pov.
Back in my human form, I sat cross-legged in front of an altar. Just like the one from the shadow tribe. Honestly, I was starting to hate altars, every single one of my problems seemed to begin with them.
And now, here I was again, my so-called wisdom about to be tested with another one. It felt like a bad joke, like the universe was laughing at me for thinking I could ever catch a break.
In front of me lay a silver map. It looked old, with lines and symbols that didn’t make any sense at first glance. I stared at it, trying to figure out what it was for, but nothing clicked.
“What am I supposed to do with this?” I muttered.
“This…” The voice trailed off, and I couldn’t pinpoint if it was a male or female voice. It kept changing, like it was shifting to mess with my
