Weston's POV

I stood in that spot where the realization of Natalie being kidnapped hit me for longer than I could have imagined. I was still processing all of it. My mind was breaking apart right in my head and it was not something I could control. I could not hold it back at all.

I walked out of the room slowly, feeling an overwhelming sense of grief that could have crushed me on the spot. As I walked down the hallway, the head guard came up to me with a grim expression on his face.

He did not need to tell me the news he had. It was all...