“Chaeyoung!” The gorgeous, young woman zoomed towards her and wrapped her arms around Chaeyoung. “It’s been too long.” She sighed, brushing her red strands away from her eyes.   Chaeyoung stilled, grimacing as her mother’s hands played with her red locks. “Your hair is so much like you fathers.” Chaeyoung heard her mother’s voice turn melancholic against her shoulder. Pushing her mother away, she glared at her. “Mother, what do you want from me? Send me back.” She demanded.   Haeun’s expression dropped, “Don’t talk to me like that.” She spoke in a monotone.   Chaeyoung inwardly cringed. She had forgotten that her mother could easily summon her peril flames and burn her into ashes. Her black, bambi eyes, pale skin, long flowing hair and feminine figure was nothing but an innocent façade.     “Mother!” Chaeyoung was becoming infuriated. “Send me back or Sehun will be worried.” Chaeyoung intentionally left out her daughters, since her mother would immediately send for one of her brothers to capture them.   Haeun scoffed and elegantly treaded out the door. She peered over her shoulder once she was standing between the door frame. “We’ll continue this discussion after dinner.” She flicked her dark strands of hair over her shoulder, and disappeared.   Chaeyoung clenched her fists and pursed her lips tightly. She stomped purposely after her mother, gathering the courage to order for what reason did her mother want. She had a family to return to.                                                                                                                                         -=-=-=-=-=-=-   Sehun woke up in the middle of the night, patting the side of the mattress. It was cold under his palms, and he jolted up. “Chaeyoung?” He called in the dark. His eyes surfed the premises, only seeing the typical furniture of his room. Nothing seemed out of place except for the drapes that were drawn open and led to the balcony.   Yawning, Sehun took a peak under his blankets to see that there was not a single piece of clothing attatched onto his body. He smugly grinned as familiar flashbacks bombarded his memory. He leaned over the edge of the bed and scraped up his silk boxers, pulling them on. Throwing the covers from his legs, Sehun tiredly approached the opened doors, rubbing his eye with a yawn.   Chaeyoung’s scent hung faintly in the air, and a smile etched on his face. Too lazy to flick on the lights, Sehun’s relied on the moon’s ray to guide him around. Moving the thick drapes aside, Sehun stepped outside and felt the smooth, cold cement under his bare feet.   The night was eerily silent but Sehun’s thoughts were focused on the whereabouts of his mate. He paced further on the balcony, only seeing the swaying trees and nocturnal animals hanging off the branches. He could not detect Chaeyoung, even if her sweet scent swirled around there.   Concern crept into his system. He could feel that something was wrong. Returning back into the confinement of his room, swallowed hard. He mentally pleaded that Chaeyoung was harmless and was somewhere safe in the palace.   His thoughts somehow centred around Kris. He gnashed his teeth together, hoping for the safety of Kris that Chaeyoung was not with him. Sehun slipped on a pair of jeans and a shirt before storming out his room in search for Kris’s room.   “Where is she?” Sehun demanded, kicking