Arthur moved swiftly down a corridor, his expression as blank as his thoughts. He was trying not to think of her. Of the woman that was nothing more than a ghost in his memory.

She was gone. That much was clear.

Yet his wolf never rested. 'Find her. Mine' it whimpered.

"Damn it" he groaned. It was time he moved on from those clueless visions.

He'd be a fool if he continued brooding over a woman whose face he couldn't remember. And now that he thought about it, maybe he was.

She wasn't the ...