Alexander's POV

Two days. Two nights. No sleep. No rest. Just tracking. Following the trail like a wolf possessed.

The convoy stops at the forest edge. Too dense for vehicles. We continue on foot.

The trees tower above us. Old growth. Ancient. Their roots snake across the ground. Their branches block the sky.

Harper walks beside me. Checking the GPS. Marking our position. "Trail's getting fresher. She's slowing ...