"Alpha," Tobias called out, pointing toward the muddy ground ahead. "Fresh tracks here."

I dismounted immediately, kneeling to examine the footprints pressed into the soft earth. Multiple sets, maybe thirty people, all heading east toward the old logging roads. But one set made my heart race.

"Small feet," I said, tracing the outline with my finger. "Light step. This could be her."

"Could be anyone," Kane said skeptically. "Lots of people escaped that compound."

"No." I stood up, scanning ...