(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."
His steps came to a sudden halt as he saw a similar looking back profile, which was identical to that of Myra’s. The golden bronze hair that cascaded down the person’s waist in wavy curls obstructed the face completely. In this particular area, the survivors, who have sustained injuries, were gathered, so the air was thick with a mixture of bloody smell from all that.
With slow yet decisive steps, he approached the person, his eyes expectant. But as soon as Dion got closer and was about to put his hand on her shoulder to turn her around, the girl noticed her friend’s gaze who was staring with her mouth agape, pointing behind her back. The girl looked back to find Dion, whose facial expressions were betraying his usual playful personality. His face held a forlorn expression.
Dion stopped his hand midair, realizing it wasn’t Myra after all, his face wrinkled. The girl cleared her throat and asked, "Do you need something?" Saying this, she gave him a charming smile, anticipating his answer. She thought he was here to ask for her contact details.
"Sorry~ .... I got the wrong person," to her dismay, Dion replied and walked off to the other side to resume his search again. But no matter how desperately or hopelessly he looked for Myra, or any other lingering trace of her, he just couldn’t find one.
Drey remarked, ’Maybe the ambulance took her to the hospital. Maybe, our mate is gravely injured.’ Dion was thinking the same thing and was about to go to the hospital, but before that, Alaric’s mind link interrupted him, ’Dion, what’s taking you so long? Haven’t you finished your call yet? We are waiting for you,’ he questioned.
Exhaling an exhaustion filled sigh and ruffling his copper locks in frustration, Dion replied, ’I am done with my call. You guys can go ahead. I need to go to the hospital.’
’Hospital? What for?’ Alaric frowned as he probed further.
’Umm~ .... actually~ .... a child whom I rescued was sent to the hospital, as she had fainted due to excessive trauma. I will go and take a look at her condition and overall situation as well. Al, you guys don’t need to for me. I will meet you back at the hotel in an hour, okay,’ after conveying his piece, he disconnected his mind link and blocked it as well. He didn’t want any nagging or distraction while he was busy chasing after Myra. "This time ...... this time, I won’t let you go. I won’t let you run away again," he muttered under his breath as he clenched the stained cloth, which was lying inside his pocket.
Alaric creased his brows at Dion’s words and tried to ask about more details, but when he tried to mind link with him, he found it was blocked. This made him suspicious, ’Something is amiss. What is he trying to do now?’
’What is?’ Alex inquired. He sometimes couldn’t understand Alaric, his companion’s thoughts.
’Nothing. It’s just that~’ Alaric’s words were caught in his throat as he saw the same girl, who had an identical build and hair color, just like Myra.
Alex said, squealing, ’Mate. Al, didn’t you say I was hallucinating and being all delusional? See ... see for yourself. It has to be our mate. No, it is our mate.’
Alaric hurried towards her in an attempt to finally catch Myra. He approached her from the side and called out while clasping at her wrist, "Myra Miracle? I finally found you," His voice came out low hoarse.
The girl shifted her gaze to her wrist. Feeling annoyed by this sudden skinship, she then gazed at Alaric to give him her piece of mind, but when she saw Alaric’s divinely handsome face, she was mesmerized by him. Her friend elbowed her and whispered, "It’s your lucky day, as so many handsome guys are approaching you." Thinking like that girl’s face brightened, "Yes, Mr. Handsome. What were you saying?"

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