MAGNAR'S POV
Half the day had passed, and we were no closer to finding her. My father’s insistence on locating a mere slave baffled me. She was nobody—just another cog in the wheel of pack labour. Yes, I knew she was the daughter of an Alpha from her previous pack, but here, in our pack, she was nothing more than a servant.
“Magnar, I think it’s fruitless now,” Braden said, breaking my train of thought. “There are no traces, no scent, nothing to go after. I think we’re wasting our time.”
I nodded reluctantly. “I know, but what do I tell Father? That a slave slipped out of the pack while I was on patrol and is now nowhere to be found? He’ll start doubting my capabilities.”
Braden grimaced, and I knew he shared my concerns. “You’re more than capable, Magnar. I don’t understand
