KERMIT's POV
My jaw clenched as I stared at the photograph in my hands. The image showed a lean figure dressed in masculine clothing, but something about the stance, the subtle curves barely concealed beneath the loose fabric, screamed deception.
I turned toward Ryder, whose expression mirrored my own confusion and growing suspicion.
"You're absolutely certain this is her?" I demanded, studying the photograph more intently. The person appeared unmistakably male at first glance, yet my instincts were screaming otherwise. "This is who you detected at the border?"
Ryder nodded firmly. "The moment her scent hit me, I knew. There was no mistaking it, even through whatever she used to mask herself."
"And Bruce confirmed it as well," I growled, remembering how my youngest tracker had picked up her trail despite not being expected to detect anything yet. The fact that he had smelt her only reinforced what we all suspected.
