Amath was also desperate, sniffing everywhere for the slightest trace, but they could never find the island where she was imprisoned, even if they had her right under their noses.

"Amath, I don't know what else to do”

“I won't give up, I never will, but I swear I think I'm going to die of worry," he confessed one night, he had just checked a small deserted island in the middle of the sea.

He stood on the shore, the starry sky above his head, looking out at the vast dark sea, where would his mate be?

"Surely, someone has rescued her and she may not even be in the coastal areas anymore, we will have to move the search further inland," Amath replied, equally desperate.

"Amath, the world is so big, she, will she suffer now, will she have been recaptured as a slave?" he sighed with his eyes closed in agony.

His chest ached at the thought of so many terrible possibilities, but there was nothing they could do, except not stop looking for her.

It seemed so ironic that he had spent his life se