"Have you found her?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper.

He shook his head, his expression apologetic. "No, Luna, but we've confirmed the tracks are recent. They were seen moving toward the ruins, just north of the ridge."

My heart sank. The ruins. It was an old, crumbling place filled with danger. No one ventured there unless they had no other choice.

"What else did you find?" I pressed, my voice tight.

"The tracks split off at the entrance to the ruins," the scout continued, his voice low. "Some head deeper into the ruins, others circle back into the forest."

I felt my knees go weak. If they were...