Chapter 85. A Newly Formed Fate

Ainsley

The motel room feels too small. Suffocating in the worst way.

Liam and Koen are huddled over on the second bed, closest to the bathroom, hunched over a map spread out on the table that Iris had grabbed for them from guest services hours ago. They’re talking in low, serious tones, their fingers running along the dark regions of the map, unmarked from human civilization while making plans for how to get to Windaster without drawing too much attention.

Windaster. My grandmother’s pack.

From what I remember of her stories, they aren’t far from Redmoon. Within an hour or so’s running distance. That fact alone should’ve always unsettled me if I hadn’t been so wrapped up in my father and Redmoon—why couldn’t my grandmother visit when they were so close by?

What prevented her from returning to her home after my mother’s death?

I never thought past my own self, that she had wanted to stay in order to keep in contact with me and then eventual