**Greyson's POV**

She's gone.

Lynn disappears into the tree line. Into darkness and falling snow. Away from me.

Again.

Arthur throws his head back and howls.

The sound rips through the night—raw, anguished, primal. The cry of a wolf who's just lost his mate. Who's just watched his other half choose death over him.

'MATE,' he roars in my mind. 'GO AFTER HER. BRING HER BACK.'

"I can't." The ...