Nathan’s POV
Three years. Three long, torturous years.
I sat at the edge of my bed, staring blankly at the papers on my desk. They were supposed to hold my focus—pack reports, alliance agreements, numbers that required my attention—but all I could think about was her. Mia.
We had been searching for her ever since that night, combing through every inch of the forest, every neighboring pack, and every rogue haven. But there was nothing. No scent, no sightings. Nothing. It was like she had vanished into thin air.
“Still at it?” Sean walked in, his voice laced with a mixture of guilt and exhaustion.
I didn’t look up. “I can’t stop. I won’t.”
“She’s gone, Nathan,” Sean said, though his voice cracked slightly. “We’ve been searching for three years. If she were alive, we would’ve found her
