As each day passed without news of her father's whereabouts Ally felt more and more guilty. Is this what everyone else had felt like when she'd vanished? She'd missed her dad of course and been looking for him, but she was striving to get home. Now here she was, safe, and he was out there somewhere thinking she was still lost.
And she could do absolutely nothing. Even if she was allowed to leave the territory, what good would it do? They might just end up in the same situation again, passing each other like leaves on the wind. At least now more wolves knew where she was; Paradise Falls had sent her to the Cove, and the Cove knew she'd come here. If her dad found any of them, they'd surely send him back.
Right?
Even after her talk with her grandfather she'd slept poorly, and her foot ached where she'd struck it on the root. She gave up trying to rest eventually, going instead to sit next to the pond that gave the pack it's name and stare moodily into the water.