POV: Aiden

“Maps don’t include places that aren’t supposed to survive.”

The insult didn’t come with a roar, It came quietly, slipped into the air like a blade meant to cut deep rather than loud.

“Who knows,” the wolf said, voice carrying just far enough for others to hear, “if all of this isn’t your fault.”

I turned slowly.

He was younger than me, broader in the shoulders than the average scout, eyes sharp with the kind of resentment that grows when fear has nowhere to ...