Mary Ann’s POV
The message changed again before we reached the quarry road.
My phone vibrated in my hand as Marek instructed the driver to turn west.
Not the quarry. The abandoned Moon Goddess chapel beyond the ridge. Five minutes. Come alone.
Marek read the message over my shoulder and cursed.
“She is moving you outside every prepared security line.”
“She knows how the patrols work.”
“She copied the routes.”
He lifted the communication stone hidden beneath the cuff of my sleeve and checked it again.
“It is still active. Kylian and the Alpha can hear everything once you enter.”
I looked through the vehicle window.
The evening sky had turned dark violet above the trees. The road narrowed ahead, twisting toward the neutral ridge where Mooncrest and Ironclaw patrols rarely travelle
