Grayson
The tire tracks led them deeper into the mountains, following logging roads that hadn’t seen regular maintenance in years. Grayson rode in the lead vehicle with Alpha Blackwood and Kane, his enhanced senses straining for any sign of Ravyn’s presence through the mate bond.
“Signal’s getting weaker,” he said, pressing his hand to his chest where the mate mark burned with constant pain. “But it’s still there. She’s still alive.”
“How much further?” Kane asked, studying the GPS unit that showed nothing but wilderness ahead.
“I… I’m not sure,” Cassian replied through the radio from the second vehicle, frustration clear in his voice. “Everything looks different when you’re not under compulsion. The memories are fragmented.”
They’d been driving for over an hour, climbing steadily int
