Cyren
“What do you mean he’s missing?” I snarled in Drago’s face. “You’ve been gone for a week! When did you lose him?”
“We separated,” he said, earning him a hard slap to the face. “I’m sorry, Cyren.”
“Where is he?” I asked.
“He went to Dublin,” he said. “There was another tribe a few hours away. We were only scouting; I don’t know what happened.”
“Where is his dragon?” I growled. “We are not only down a neo, but we are down another captive!”
“I’m not sure,” he replied. “We were to meet at the halfway point, but he never showed. I came home as soon as I could.”
“What did you find?” Naal asked.
“Nothing, no pregnant females from what I could see,” he said.
“We need to find Trytan,” I snapped at them. “I don’t care about pregnant females; we won't be ab
