Thoren
Three more days. That’s how long I’d been chewing through reports, dispatching scouts, watching leads dry up faster than a blood trail in the sun.
Two and a half weeks total she’s been gone. How has he evaded me so long?
Then Kael knocked.
He didn’t wait for permission—just stepped in, face tight.
“They found something,” he said.
I stood before he finished the sentence.
“A patrol unit heading west picked up signs of movement. Couple outside a cabin—said it looked lived-in. They stopped, showed them your photo set. The couple didn’t see faces, but…” He shifted. “They said they saw a man and a woman headed north. A few weeks ago. Toward another cabin, maybe five miles off.”
“Couldn’t confirm it was them?” I asked.
Kael shook his head. “Said the pair kept to themselves. No n
