HARPER'S POV
I am halfway down a narrow slope behind the rogue camp when the scent marker hits me. Pine. Faint but sharp. Twisted slightly to the left, meaning eastward travel. That was Rae's code.
We used to call it the whisper route. I drag in a deep breath, drop to a crouch, and press my palm against the ground. Still warm. Recent.
I follow it without looking back.
I didn't stumble upon this by chance. I used to lead this route. I remember each twist, each shift in the dirt, each tiny drop of blood. I laid this path years ago with Mira, Jax, Levi, Rae, and Noah.
When training felt like everything.
My boot knocks against something. A smooth rock twisted by rain. A marker we left. I follow it, my heart pounding like when I first learned to run. After a minute of slow s
