Ottilie vaulted the clinic's back fence before Kane finished shouting the alarm.
"Tracks head south," Ottilie called, crouching at the tree line's edge. "Fresh. She's moving fast, but not trained for evasion."
"How long ago," Kane said, catching up with Talyn close behind.
"An hour, maybe less," Ottilie said, already moving. "She's avoiding the main roads. Smart instinct, but it slows her down through rough terrain."
Senna arrived breathless, having insisted on joining the search the moment word spread. "I'm coming."
"Senna, this could get dangerous," Kane said.
"I don't care," Senna said. "She's terrified and alone out there, and someone who actually understands medicine needs to be part of finding her, not just fighters."
Kane didn't argue further, understanding the same fierce pr
