Grayson's POV

That little wolf sprayed me. Actually sprayed me in the face like some common thug.

My eyes burn like someone's driving knives into my skull. Tears stream down my cheeks—involuntary, humiliating. Every blink sends fresh agony shooting through my head.

'FIND HER!' Arthur roars. 'Our mate—she's in danger!'

I force my eyes open, squinting through the haze. The world is a watery blur of shapes and shadows.

There—movement at the end of the ...