_Rylan’s POV_
Morana stood still. Her eyes were sharp and flat, like she was reading lines on a map that I couldn’t see.
“I think I can track her,” she said. “But I’ll need something of hers. Hair. Cloth. Anything she used.”
Her words made my hand tighten. “Her hairbrush,” I said. I remembered the small wooden hairbrush on my bedside table. Lisa had left it there when she fell asleep.
“Bring it,” Morana ordered.
Jared and Alex ran off at once. Avarok growled inside my chest. My wolf wanted to tear through the forest to look for Lisa on his own. But I held him back. We had to wait.
Minutes later, Jared returned with the brush wrapped in cloth. A few strands of Lisa’s hair clung to the bristles. They looked small and fragile in the torchlight.
Morana took the brush without a smile. Sh
