ANGELO'S POINT OF VIEW
I was pretty sure my feet were wearing a hole into the floor of the Californian pack meeting room.
I had been pacing in worry for the last one hour and still we hadn't come up with anything concrete.
Olivia had been missing for six hours and we still had no leads on where she might be or if she's still okay.
I don't want to think that she might not be okay because I can't handle that. I won't be able to live with myself if something bad happens to her.
My dad had arrived an hour ago, together with a small army of wolves to help us because something told me we'd need the back up.
I hated feeling so useless. The tech guys of the pack were trying to see if they could find any possible locations where they could take her.
This would be so much easier if we h
