(Author's POV)
"Brother Dio, are you alright? You look pale," Elio remarked as they both made their way to their rooms.
"Drey has been feeling a bit antsy," he replied, rubbing his chest, still donning his usual casual expression.
"Should I get something for you?" Elio asked with concerned filled eyes.
"Nahh~ …" Dion shook his head, "It must be due to the full moon. Don't worry, Eli. It will be fine soon." He assured Elio. Then added, "You take care of yourself as well and don't step out of the room before the moon's power subsides, no matter what. Okay?" After providing timely advice, they reached his room. He patted Elio's shoulder, gesturing him to go.
Once inside, another wave of ache and itchiness washed over Dion. He panted as Drey grunted inside him, 'Dio~ …. this feeling~ …. it isn't just because of the full moon. Something is clawing at my heart, trying to tear it apart. It's hurting.'
