Kelvin’s POV.
“The chances of us ever finding Amanda are very low,” Amanda’s father grumbled, and I watch with a frown as he took a small sip from his cup of tea.
He was calm, too calm for someone whose daughter had run off with an unknown male, too calm for someone who had the pack breathing down his neck as they awaited news of the pack's reigning Luna, things were closing in around us fast and yet this man felt comfortable just sitting there, sipping tea.
“Sir, aren’t there other resources we can-“” I tried once again, but like every other day, Kira interrupted me with a hand on my shoulder and a chastising look on her face.
“We can’t pour all our energy into looking for someone who clearly doesn’t want to be found, if she ran off with someone then wouldn’t it be for the best if we
