Alexander’s words hung heavy in the air. “He’s tracking all of you. We’re running out of time.”
Claire’s stomach twisted. The bitter cold felt sharper now, as though it sliced through her bones. “How? How can he track us?”
Alexander wiped blood from his cheek, his breathing ragged but controlled. “He planted trackers. Either on you, in the supplies, or back in the cabin. I didn’t realize until I intercepted his men—they were zeroing in too quickly.”
John’s face darkened. “You knew and didn’t say anything?”
“I didn’t confirm it until now,” Alexander shot back. “I’m telling you because it’s worse than we thought. We’re not just being hunted—they’re driving us into a trap.”
Tara cursed under her breath, pacing like a caged animal. “We can’t keep running. He’s closing the noose.”
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