It was late in the night and so Dawn didn't disturb anyone. At first she thought she would call Neal, Daryn's beta, but then refrained. She was covered in so much dirt that she had to take a good bath. As she watched the dirt wash off her skin in grimy rivulets, she felt lighter.

Her session with Quetz had been overwhelming. He had asked her to use the electricity bolts around her as swords. He would spar higher only to get near the best lightning bolt, the most perfect, that could be held properly and act like a sword that could slice a tree trunk like butter. The problem with her was never about holding the bolt, the problem was managing it. The electric bolt had so much power that one wrong move would affect slicing off the scales from her dragon. At first she was extremely scared and had screamed a lot for not being able to handle it out of frustration. At one point of time, a wrong move had sent the bolt hurling in the air and hitting the trees beneath them. It resulted in burning them completely. When they had assessed the damage, she realized that at least five trees must have burnt. But by the end of the day, she could grab the lightning and hold it firmly in her hand. The next challenge was to use the weapon in her hand like a sword and not like some gas lighter.

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And for some reason it had rained incessantly that day, like the Gods were pouring their wrath over earth. Accompanied with thunder and lightning it looked perfect for Quetz as her training grounds, but on the inside Dawn was uneasy. Every time she focused on managing the bolts, she had this feeling she couldn't put her finger on. It made her queasy, she had knots in her stomach and she didn't know how or why, she thought she heard Daryn calling her out in agony. Her lips trembled when she thought about him. Was she hallucinating? Her body trembled, not because she was soaked fully, but because she had this crazy urge to meet Daryn, like right now.

She washed off the grime from her as if she wanted to wash off the anxiety that she was facing. It was stabbing her insides. As the Luna of the Silver Clan, she found herself alone. Dawn leaned on the shower wall as her shoulders slouched. A whimper escaped and she started crying. Her hand went to her tummy. She stroked her babies and whispered, "Don't worry, your dad is going to come to you soon…" Was she assuring her babies or was she assuring herself—she didn't know…

That night, she couldn't sleep well. She tossed and turned in the bed until wee hours of the morning with sleep coming because she was dead tired, but disappearing because her anxiety dispelled it. In the small time she slept, there was a new nightmare awaiting her. Daryn's jet had crashed. She lost her babies forever. Daryn cheated on her. Sedora cheated on Gayle. Caleb was too dazed to move. The house was burning and she couldn't douse the fire.

By the time she woke up in the morning, it was past 9AM. The first thing she did was to rush downstairs to talk to Gayle.

He was about to leave for the office.

"Father!" she shouted when he was in the foyer.

Gayle turned to look at her, his face rife with worries. "Yes Dawn?" he asked.

"Did you hear from Daryn?"

He shook his head. "No, haven't you?" Seeing her blank face he added, "But I got a call from the Manager in our mine at the Arc of Orinico. He said that Daryn was too busy and that he would pass the message to him."

Dawn stared at him for a few seconds and in those few seconds there was a sensory overload. Her limbs tingled in the most unsupportive way. Irritated she said, "This is not how Daryn is like. He would at least send me a text message." In her discomfort, her irritation increased and any logic that must have crossed her mind dissipated. "I am sorry, but I don't understand— I need to— I have to— I have to talk to Daryn."

Gayle placed his hand on her shoulder and nodded. "I am going to try to talk to him and if he doesn't reply sooner, I will go there as soon as possible, okay?" He looked at her tummy. "Don't worry much Dawn. Probably it is nothing. Your worries are going to affect my grandkids."

In order to stop her tears from coming out she bit her lip and turned her face away from Gayle. She gave benefit of doubt to the Manager and said, "Okay. But please keep me informed. It is strange. If he doesn't contact me by the evening, I will go ballistic!"

"I understand," he said and left for the office.

For the millionth time Dawn contemplated on going back to Ensmoire and practice her magic. She wanted to divert her mind so badly from the whole situation, (which could be nothing) that she thought of going shopping instead. All the thoughts brought her to thinking about one of the important jobs that needed her urgent attention—Lily Wyatt.

Dawn walked back to her bedroom and curled under her blanket.

"When are you coming here?' Quetz asked a little harshly.

'I don't want to…'

'You won't do that Dawn. You have to come here and continue with the training. The weather is superb and I haven't seen more thunder and lightning in Ensmoire before. We have to take this opportunity to hone your skills. You have been avoiding controlling the illusions as well.'

In her heart she whimpered. 'I will come after an hour or two,' she replied and she cut him off. "Daryn…" she murmured. "Baby, call me…"

An hour later, Dawn was dressed in black leggings and a hoodie over a t-shirt. The lawyer was waiting for her downstairs.

When she went to meet him, Geoffrey smiled at her. She was just like a regular girl who should have been dating boys or partying at her age, but the fate had turned things around drastically for her. She shouldered so many responsibilities and now she was pregnant. He really admired his Luna, the dragon rider. No matter what the other in the pack spoke about her, his admiration for her only increased. In fact he liked her over Sedora who rarely ever showed up, who was always bothered about more money, more gold and acquiring businesses down south. He could never understand her fascination for it because her husband had so much wealth already.

"Hello Geoffrey!" Dawn chirped.

"Good morning Mrs. Silver," he replied with respect.

"So what is the news about Lily?" she asked as she sipped her pomegranate juice. She sat down opposite him maintaining a calm mien. "I hope she has signed the power of attorney."

"Lily Wyatt was extremely reluctant. She refused to sign it because she said that she was calling you to help her as a family member. She added that she was banking upon you because there was no other family member who could help her. She urged that as Luke's daughter it was your duty to come and take over the business, and that too as an obligation."

"Wow!" Dawn smirked.