Chapter ９０

POV: Daina

Dason departed days ago.

It seemed like a gloomy fog had descended over the group, particularly Jeric.

He looked to have aged quickly.

I texted Dason, hoping for a response about my uncle.

"Dason! When you see this, text me. "

"Alice is a cunning she-wolf. Whatever occurred was part of her strategy to drive you away. Please return soon. We're concerned."

"Dason?"

"What's wrong?"

I reread all my mails to Dason.

Had Dason died? She'd been gone for days.

She was female.

Dason's whereabouts were unknown.

Restless, I asked Jeric if we could do more.

I rang his study's doorbell.

Enter.

Internally, Jeric spoke.

When I opened the door, he was brooding about pack issues.

Jeric has been in his studies since Dason departed.

From the dark bags under his eyes, I could tell he hadn't slept in a while.

We knew he was doing this to stave off melancholy.

"Dason contacted you, Jeric?

"He sighed.

Maybe she answered when she calmed down.