(Author's POV)
Dion returned to the pack house the next day. He had stayed the night in his other place where he got busy making another portrait of Myra and talking to her.
This time he made the painting with an angry and upset Myra in mind and just like the first portrait had told him, this one reacted according to the mood of the painting. The painting didn't call him as Master but a spoilt brat. It just reacted the way Myra did when he called her his mate the very first time.
He wasn't the least bit upset about how it came of instead he was thrilled and thought he had hit a jackpot, with such a great ability. But he was cautious as well and didn't wanted to overdo it.
Dion entered leisurely inside the mansion. Yona has been waiting for him since yesterday. She was getting antsy and had been having a foreboding feeling ever since her last conversation with Dion. Ever since Myra's departure Dion has resumed his night activities and has hardly stayed at the packhouse.
