Ethan's POV
Four years.
Four years since I became King of Silverfang.
Four years since my father vanished without a trace.
Four years since Soraya disappeared… taking my unborn child with her.
Yet every morning I woke up without her felt worse than the one before. Today was no different.
I lay there in the dim light, staring at the ceiling, feeling that familiar ache hollow out my chest all over again. Where are you, Soraya? The question slipped out in a broken whisper, directed at no one—at the empty space she should have filled.
Beside me, Lila slept soundly, her hair spilling across the pillow. Once upon a time, I'd thought I would spend my life with her. I even convinced myself she was enough—that I didn't need anything more.
Then Soraya came into my life… and everything I believed shattered.
