Diana’s POV
I was ready to tear apart every tree in the forest with my bare hands if that's what it took to find my son. The rage burning in my chest felt like it could power me for days without rest, without food, without anything except the desperate need to hold Damian in my arms again.
"We leave in ten minutes," I announced to the room. "Light packs, weapons, and enough supplies for three days. If we haven't found them by then—"
"We will," Ryan said firmly. "Diana, we will find him."
I wanted to believe him, but the rational part of my mind kept whispering terrible possibilities. What if Sarah had already taken Damian too far away? What if Ashran had ordered her to kill him the moment they were clear of the pack territory? What if my son was already—
"Diana." Lucian's hand on my s
