Cyren
“Cyren,” Jareth said as he approached. I was looking over Naal’s findings on the shifter bodies he examined the past few days. “We have a problem.”
“Is another one dead?” I asked.
“I’m not certain, but we seem to be missing one,” he said.
“What do you mean by seems to be missing?” I asked.
“We did a count, and we are down three,” he said.
“How?” I snarled. “Was anyone on watch?”
“Not as closely as they should,” he replied. “The last count was the day before we found the dead.”
“How is that possible?” I asked.
“Nobody knows,” Jareth said.
“If he woke up and ran away, that’s a problem, Jareth,” I growled.
“Did Naal find anything from the dead ones?” he asked.
“They died of starvation and dehydration,” I said. “Their bodies are weak
