The camp Damian’s people had relocated to sat deep in a ravine, easy to defend and harder to find, but three days without a solid lead had worn the patience of everyone in it thin.
“We’ve hit every scent trail we can follow,” Rhea said, spreading a hand-drawn map across the table in the command tent. “Whoever’s running this operation knows exactly how wolves track. Every route doubles back or crosses running water.”
Damian stared at the map without really seeing it. “Then we stop tracking like wolves.”
“Meaning?”
“Meaning we use the one advantage we haven’t touched yet.” He looked up. “Callan and Elias’s order. They’ve been watching bloodlines like Amara’s for longer than Voss has existed as a threat. If anyone has eyes inside his operation, it’s them.”
Rhea’s mouth thinned. “You trus
