It was probably when they were about to set up camp that Isaura felt something. Eyes glazing over she began to follow the strings of the bond closer to Alucard. She shook her head and tried to focus but the tugging of the ropes made it impossible. She cried out for Azazel in a strangled voice at the images flashing in her mind.
For a moment she snapped out of whatever had been trying to drag her away when Azazel grabbed her and wrapped his arms around her. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly as she tried to think more clearly. 
“I think, I think,” she stuttered as she rubbed at her aching chest. “I think we are close to him,” she stated slowly, “I think that was him reaching out for me,” she frowned as the pressure eased as she paced.
“I saw what I think was a female torturing him,” she shivered as a cold passes through her remembering the way the aura had flickered and curled, “She had what I think was tentacles.” Isaura shook her head and turned to Azazel who did not look pleased at all by what he had heard.