Oliver's POV
"Owen, Victoria, and her werewolf friend are gone," I heard the Beta of Owen say. I furrowed my forehead at him.
"What you mean, gone?" I asked as I got up from my seat; I was waiting for Victoria to join me, and no wonder it took the Beta a while to get back to me.
"The tent they occupied is now empty, and no one had seen them, and I could tell they escaped without being detected." He answered, and I could feel my face turn so hot.
"Call all the men who guarded the perimeter last night," I ordered, and he left in a hurry; while I was caressing my chin, I suddenly felt worried, and I knew my girl wanted to go to Zenith to find me and how I wished I could tell her I am not Owen, and I am Oliver.
"Owen, here they are," the Beta of Clover pack said, and I looked at them.
"Why haven't you seen Victoria and her wolf friend leave their tent? Did you fall asleep while on duty?" I asked them, and they all shook their heads.
