Lana's heart skipped a beat, and she pulled out the tracker Elise gave her, starting through the forest towards the stream.
Dan handed the tracker to Elise, who tapped the screen, pensive.
Trac—the Natural tracker was able to identify patterns in the attacks.
Tymkyn, the best tracker in the underworld, stood behind him, hands clasped and chest heaving.
The tracker was wide and thick, a head smaller than Gabriel, and built like a boulder.
The immortal Tracker went still for a long moment.
Could a Tracker pick up Jessi?
"Send Tymkyn to find Harmony," Gabriel said, referring to the top tracker among his death-dealers.
There was only one Tracker in existence that was able to pinpoint the whereabouts of a Watcher or Other, the two sets of immortals always at each others' throats.