**Lynn's POV**

Snow bites my bare feet with every step. The cold burns through skin, through muscle, straight into bone.

I don't stop running.

Can't stop.

Greyson's white shirt hangs in tatters from my shoulders,The fabric flaps uselessly in the wind, offering no protection against the storm.

My lungs scream. My legs shake. Blood pounds in my ears.

But I run.

Toward home. Toward Baron and Lira. ...