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...