The tracking teams fanned out across the continent, following every lead, no matter how thin. Vera had covered her tracks well, but no one could disappear completely. Not when hundreds of wolves were searching with desperate urgency.
"Found something," Ghost reported twelve hours into the search. "Vera purchased supplies three weeks ago from a merchant near the old Northern Territories. Camping gear. Supplies for extended wilderness survival. And something else—materials for ritual work."
"Where was she headed?" I asked, already moving toward the transport.
"The merchant said she asked about abandoned sacred sites. Places where the barriers between worlds were thin." Ghost pulled up a map. "There are three possibilities within a week's travel. All remote. All are historically significan
