15:DAME.

VANESSA’S POV

It's been two weeks.

Two weeks of living in what feels like a torment on my soul.

Two weeks of tears, pain and anxiety.

Two weeks—the longest periods I have ever been away from Dame.

Everyone keeps saying the same thing: I should give up. I should accept that he is gone. If we ever find him, it would be his dead body anyway. He’s only a child and there was no way he could have survived being alone for two weeks. The rebel rogues killed him already. They are probably holding him hostage to strike a deal. I shouldn’t put the pack in more distress. It’s only one child, I could still make another.

Every time they said those words to me, I shut my mind off because there was no way in hell I’d just accept that my baby was gone forever. I refuse to give up. My baby is out there somewhere. He was smart and barely stressed me out like people said babies would, but he’s probably scared wherever he was out there. Scared and in danger. How could I give up knowing that?

Just like ev