AUTHOR'S --THIRD PERSON POV:
David watched as Xander punched the bag in their private gym. He'd been watching his sons for a few days now—ever since their mate disappeared—and he was so broken for them.
"Xander!"
Xander stopped long enough to glimpse his father walking in, ready to practice.
"It's my fault," Xander said, "It's all my fault. She could be dead--or wandering the Shadow Realm, lost and alone."
David sighed, "Stop. It isn't your fault."
"She's gone, Dad—without a trace," Xander punched the bag a few more times, sweat pouring from him. He'd finally stripped off his shirt and David could tell he'd been out here for hours.
"We'll find her."
Xander stopped and sighed, "When? Where the f**k is the council on this?"
"Doing what we can, Xander."
"Doing what exactly?"
"Don't
