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Elijah "The reports indicate that the Southern King's journey has taken him west, a hundred miles from here." Constance smooths her hand over the maps, pressing the creases out of it as we all gather around the large table. Her hands flick quickly with a red marker as she draws out the trail. "We have reports of him staying in a human town called Northwood for several days." When she circles a part of the map and annotates it as "Northwood," I frown, puzzled. "What business would he have in a human town that's a thousand miles away from his packlands?" My finger traces a line down from my mouth to my jaw as confusion shifts through me. Honestly, what would any alpha king need in a human town way up here that he couldn't get anywhere else? It makes no sense to travel such a far distance