Cree
All this talk about traffickers was driving my mate crazy. I could only calm him so much. I felt bad because I knew he was trying to be present with me, but his son could still be alive somewhere out there. It was eating him alive.
I decided to do some digging. I figured asking him questions might make it worse.
His first mate was killed trying to protect their baby.
“This all happened just seven years ago.” I was talking to myself, trying to work through the details. His son had just turned a year old, so he would be about 8-years old now. If traffickers took him, he was still alive, but did that also mean he had special abilities? I pondered the thought of expanding the mission. If I could convince Bree to help track down Alexander’s son, I could bring him back. Alexander wou
