Amber’s Game

Oliver (Owen's POV)

We had been searching for a week, but there was no trace of Amber. There was no scent, no tracks, nothing. It was as if she had vanished into thin air. Owen's pack was beginning to lose hope, and their initial determination was wearing thin with each passing day.

The forest around us was eerily quiet, the towering trees casting long shadows as the sun descended below the horizon. The cool night breeze carried the scent of damp earth and pine, but there was no sign of her—no clue to tell us whether she was alive, hiding, or taken.

"I've known Amber since we were kids," one of the pack members muttered, his voice laced with frustration. "She isn't the type to be easily captured... unless she had a reason to let it happen."

A murmur of agreement rippled through the group, the uncertainty gnawing at them.