Chapter 37. A Not-So Dead End

MAGNUS

"Sir, we found something."

These words immediately affected me, and I whirled towards the voice.

"It's a handkerchief," she continued as I rushed past her.

“We think it might have belonged to the Luna,”

I was only half aware of what she was saying as I ran towards the direction she'd come from.

For two weeks, we'd been combing through the forests with her, a professional tracker, and this was the first thing close to a lead we'd found.

"It's hers," I announced as I lowered the muddied piece of silk. It had the faint remnants of her scent, which shook me to the core.

My hands trembled, and I had to take several deep breaths to compose myself as I straightened.

"Let's keep looking," I ordered coldly, already walking away from the small group.

“That's the thing,” Clara replied, moving so she could stand In front of me. “This is where her scent stops.”

“Nonsense!”

She shook her head slowly, h