(Dion's POV)
As all three of us took the stage and Brave started his speech, my eyes wandered towards the densely packed room, scanning for just a glimpse of her, or even someone as close to her. Maybe my deep desires were affecting and riling up my wolf's emotions, or maybe I just so desperately wanted to find her, or maybe the things Drey was feeling were because of the piece of blood stained clothing we found last night. I don't know, I don't know what all this is, but clearly, there was not even a lingering scent of Myra, which was disappointing for me.
"What are you looking at?" Elio, who was just beside me, whispered.
"Uhh~ …... just looking here and there. Why did you ask?" I casually shrugged him off and asked.
"I am seriously not liking this kind of attention. It is gross. I want to get off the stage right now," he was complaining again.
I shook my head at his words. Elio had always been like that.
