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Prince Mason My father mind linked me later in the evening. It had been almost four weeks since they took Ashlyn, and we weren’t any closer to finding her than when we started. I was angry and frustrated, becoming increasingly unbearable to be around. My mate was gone, and I was the reason no one was there to protect her. I wasn’t there to protect her. It was hard to live with my mistake, and I was taking it out on others. “Yes, Father,” I answered the buzzing in my head. “Son, we have news. Get everyone to your office at the pack house,” he said, cutting the link. I flew off Ashlyn’s bed, running out of her bedroom. I yelled out to Brandon and Liam while I went to the elevator. Both of them walked down the hallway coming from their rooms. “What the hell is going on?” Liam asked. “M