**Greyson's POV**

The helicopter touched down twenty minutes ago. Mom and Dad were exhausted—the emotional weight of the evening with the Hill family had drained them both. I sent them home with Timothy, told them to rest.

I couldn't rest. Couldn't think about anything except getting to Lynn.

Erikson's words loop through my mind: 'She's in your bedroom. Sleeping. Willie's charm knocked her out cold.'

'Our mate,' Arthur rumbles with ...