Kael Voss PovThe path had not ended, and neither had we.I stood in the command room long before sunrise, both hands flat on the map. The trail had held through another night, but the pattern of the last several days had become too familiar. Short stops. Burned cloth. Empty vials. A faint scent that proved Rowan had been there and then moved again. The gap never closed. The silence in the bond never changed.Elias sat across from me, the blanket scrap still near his hand. His face was drawn. Neither of us had slept more than an hour at a time since the night Rowan was taken.“They’re not just running,” I said. “They’re managing the distance. Every stop is long enough to change cloth or vehicle, short enough to keep us from closing in.”Elias looked at the chain of marks. “Then we change how we hunt. If we only follow, they will stay ahead until they reach the upper line and disappear.”I nodded once. “We stop reacting. We start cutting them off.”Riven entered with the overnight rep
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