#Chapter 162: Water Chase

Ava The water was eerily quiet as our boat finally came to a stop—half an hour of searching, all to no avail. Olivia, if she was ever even here, was apparently long gone by now. Chris cut the engine, its low rumble fading into silence. I squinted into the darkness, searching for any sign of movement or another vessel, but saw nothing other than the moonlight reflecting off of the calm surface of the water. It was… peaceful. And utterly devoid of Olivia. “I don’t see anything,” Ophelia whispered, her hair rustling softly in the breeze as she leaned over the edge of the boat. Leonard nodded in agreement. “Maybe we should head back. We could be out here all night and not find anything.” I glanced at Chris, who was still standing at the helm with his jaw clenched tight. I could see the conflict in his eyes—the desire to find his sister warring with the practical need to return to the pack. He was disappointed, of course. We all were. So close to f