"What do you mean, they haven't found them?"
The map sprawls across Lucas's desk, its edges curling where the paper wants to roll back into itself. Red marks pepper the surface—each one a spot where our scouts searched and found nothing.
"The tracks led here." Kellan's finger taps a spot near the eastern border. "Then nothing. Like they vanished into thin air."
Lisa shifts beside me, her arms wrapped tight around herself. The memory of Mira's death weighs heavy on her still. "Are they gone, then?"
"They're not thinking straight enough to hide." Kellan traces the path on the map. "The taint makes them aggressive, reckless. They'd be attacking anything that moves."
Lucas's jaw tightens. "Unless someone's controlling them."
The thought sends ice through my veins. Selene perks up, staring at me. She's been extra sensitive to my worry of late.
"The Mad Prince." Lisa's voice cracks. "You think he's controlling them?"
