Velicia POV:
A sharp pain shot through my chest as the triplets brushed off my worries about my father. Was he really gone for good?
I shook my head, ditching the thought, feeling tears welling up in my eyes.
I squeezed my eyes shut and scrunched my face. My hands turned into tight fists at my sides, my nails digging into my palms.
I frowned as I remembered the last time I saw my father. It was just a few days before the pack raid. He seemed on edge, pacing around the house restlessly.
When he said he had urgent business out of town and would be gone overnight, I noticed how his eyes darted around, like he was hiding something.
That was the last anyone in the pack heard from him.
Gathering the little courage I had, I finally asked the triplets for help finding him but that was all
