(Author's POV)
'It is no doubt, our mate's blood. She is wounded, Dio. She is hurt, and it pains me. We need to find her as soon as possible,' Drey cried in desperation. His as well as Dion's hearts were aching so badly from the thoughts of Myra having a possible injury. He sniffed the air once again, trying to inhale and trace Myra's natural fragrance, but her scent, apart from the one which was coming from the cloth, was nowhere to be found.
He pocketed the handkerchief securely and dashed towards the crowded area once again, searching for Myra hopelessly. He hastily scoured for her, looked at all the faces one by one, in person. "Excuse me~ .... Ohh, I'm sorry."
"Excuse me .... My apologies."
