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Fifty-Eight: Oliver

Oliver's P.O.V.

I was in a rage.

There was one scent that I couldn't get out of my mind, and it belonged to the one wolf that was unaccounted for.

Nyla.

Her stench had been in my bedroom, in Lana's dresser. She had taken Lana's clothes, but the question remained. Where did they go?

I was searching the pack grounds high and low. Alpha Jones humored me, allowing me to comb through her lands and buildings. Anything that had even the smallest trace of Lana or Nyla's scent was torn apart.

I knew I would have to pay for the damages, and I would, but I really didn't care at the moment.

Alpha Jones demanded full cooperation in my search. As soon as I had regained control, she stepped forward.

"She's not here, Oliver. One of my border patrols just advised that she left the grounds by car almost thirty minutes ago." Her confident stance was a show of power, but the empathy in her eyes told me that she understood that I was in pain.

"She wouldn't. Not willingly. Not without me and not wi
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tyebug2015
what a vile excuse for a wolf
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