Book 3: Searching for My Runaway Mate

Leandros’s POV 

I drove through the thick cover of snow, but there were no signs of Lyra anywhere. Ever since I woke up in the morning to find her gone, I have repented every moment for my folly. Did she really take my words seriously? Did she really think I was into human trafficking? I wanted to bang my head somewhere in frustration. Maybe she was too young to understand my joke! 

Why did I have to utter such nonsense even in jest? Now, where would I look for her? She might have left in the night because the layers of snow had covered her tracks! Was she crazy to have escaped in the middle of a blizzard in a snowmobile? 

A sense of dread clutched at my heart when I failed to get her scent. Why couldn’t I get her f*cking scent when we were fated mates? 

The blizzard had continued all night and there was no way she could have gone far. With no shelter in sight, where would I look for her? She would have frozen to death if