ETHAN: When I found the child she was blue from the cold, a runaway, alone in an unforgiving wilderness. My beast and I did our best to keep her safe and warm, amazed by the tiny witch's resilience and determination. Her tears broke my heart, her laughter reawakened my spirit. How could this little girl weave a spell so strong? I'd contact the team, get us out of the storm, and find her mother. Those coven witches would not get their spelled hands...