Bone-chilling growls filled Lucrezia's ears causing her body to jerk in reaction. Her eyes were still wide, not only by the beasts—from the sound of their growls—but the strange low-pitched voice echoing somewhere distant.
She couldn't help but think if all these were a result of omitting her tonic. Her curse might have drawn a bad omen, and she'd learned that no matter how much she tried to avoid the bad blood in her veins, she couldn't control it, especially whenever she skipped taking them. But the fact that it had only been less than twenty-four hours to display its effect, struck her.
Why now? It wasn't even more than three days?!
Lucrezia's throat ran dry. Her face became paler as she noticed the sounds becoming louder and louder. The beasts were doubling, approaching closer and closer, and it seemed to return clearly after it had been struck down. It sounded like a whole tribe had come for them.
