Esma’s pov

I silently saw the boatman disappearing in front of my eyes. The fog was thickening and the air was getting cold by every second we were breathing in this air.

My alpha genes were helping me to endure the harsh environment but I don’t know for how long I will be able to walk.

Asher was on my side and he was not saying a word but his eyes were stuck on the cloth that man gave me a while ago. I know he wants me to see it.

I unfolded the cloth and both of our eyes widened. It was a map. A map was drawn on...