Ethan’s POV.
I watched in despair as Fiona cried her heart out while we continued the search the night for our son.
The pain in her eyes was unbearable, and every sob that tore from her lips felt like a knife slicing through my heart. I wanted to hold her, to comfort her, but I knew I had no right.
I had not been the mate or the father Daniel deserved, and my past mistakes haunted me now more than ever.
Even though I hadn’t truly earned the title of father in his life, I silently prayed that the goddess would grant me the chance to be the father I had never been. I didn’t care what it took, I would get my son back, even if it meant tearing the world apart.
Watching Fiona being comforted by her human friend only fueled my frustration. My mind raced with questions. Had someone kidnapp
