Chapter 200 Where Is My Food?

• Asher opened his eyes. He surprised at where he was. The room was dark but the darkness was not a problem to him. The looked shabby, not even average compared to any room he had ever slept in and he wondered where it could be. He sat up on the bed and pressed his temple to die down the headache he was having. A gentle breeze blew into the room, calming him and he glanced at the window to discover that the window was opened and the moonlight was sipping in through the curtain. He tried to climb out of the bed and froze for that was when he saw it, the girl asleep on the rocking chair at the far end of the room.
• He blinked as even though the girl was far from the bed and was shrouded in darkness, he saw her face and he knew who she was. At the moment, it seemed like his nose had woken up because the scent filled him up. Everywhere smelt like her, the bed, the air around and it wasn’t hard figuring out that he was in her room. He climbed out of the bed and went to her. He squatted in front of her and stared at her, she looked so peaceful in her sleep, just like the peaceful sleep he woke up from. He can’t remember the last time he was woken up forcefully by a nightmare. Remembering the fight earlier in the evening, he knew he was exposed. There was no way he could deny what happened and how he had fought that thing with superhuman strength. He knew he would be tasked to explain himself once she opens her eyes.
• Remembering his car that he had ruined, he groaned softly and went to the window, he picked out of it at the forest, everywhere was calm and silent but he knew better, a few miles into that woods and one would come upon a whole different world that they might take days too understand and calm down. Without thinking, he leapt out of the window and landed effortlessly on the ground. He walked to the front yard and there was his ruined car, guess he would have to get another one now. Placing his hand on the car’s bumper, he teleported and appeared in front of his manor. The house was quiet which meant no one was day and that is to say that Anita wasn’t back from the pack.