Chapter Thirty-Four

“I don’t understand why they are so different…” I sighed as I looked down at the maps in front of me. One was old and hand drawn on a large roll of paper, yellow with age. The other was new and laminated. Both showed the boundaries of the Ravenfield pack. They should have been identical, but they were not.

“It doesn’t make sense. It’s like the pack is a third the size of what it should be.” Einar stated as he frowned down at the new map. I couldn’t take my eyes off the hand drawn one. It was old and painstakingly drawn and cared for. The detail on it was incredible, but it still didn’t seem real. A lot of the locations and boundaries were not something we had in this pack. I huffed out an annoyed breath and ran my hand through my hair.

“You said there are letters to go with this map?” I asked curiously, hoping that those letters would shed some insight on this whole situation.

“Yes there is. A whole stack of them from your first Alpha and his sons. A few years after the Alpha’s elde