"Anything that's hit, yeah," Alec said, reaching into his belt for the stele. The tracking rune he'd carved previously is gone, leaving only white raised scars in its wake. Alec yanked the sleeve of his shirt up and found a spot on his wrist.

"If it's something he's used recently, all the better," Alec said, breathing deep while he drew the rune, watching the stark black lines sink into his skin. He clenched his fist and put the stele away.

Alec wanted this to work. Even if it hadn't worked for Magnus or Simon, maybe it would work for Luke. Maybe Luke would be closer or maybe the rune would find him easier. Maybe maybe maybe.

Alec tried not to feel sick.