What's that scent?
I've never smelled something so delicious and enticing; it was making my mouth water.
"MATE!" My dragon, Entmor, exclaimed.
He didn't have to tell me, though, I already knew.
One moment, I walked beside Varianlir to his wedding altar, joking around with Tristan, and the next...
I couldn't stay there; I had to move, so I left Varianlir and everyone behind. I had to find her. She was close; I could feel it.
The scent was coming from the eastern woods—growing stronger, pulling at me like a physical tether.
I didn't think. Didn't speak.
I ran.
I ran with everything I had, not caring if my clothes got torn on the way there. I heard Varianlir calling my name, but he must have realized what happened because he quickly stopped.
Arlen was my friend. I wanted to be
