Only when Asher reached some hills at the outskirts of the city did he halt his advance. He stood at the edge of a cliff, his expression unreadable as he stared off into space. Not once did he glance her way. But Serah couldn’t be bothered with that. The discomfort in Serah’s body had turned even more unbearable. Her throat felt dry and constricted and a gnawing pain was at her stomach, the feeling almost like it was being torn apart. She tried inhaling deeply but then an unusual scent hit her which sent all her senses into overdrive, worsening the pain. It had to be the most enticing fragrance she’d ever inhaled and it called to her like no other, making her want to… taste it. She swallowed compulsively but then she felt her sharp fangs pressing against her lips.
“What’s wrong?” Asher as
