His Little Mate

Chapter 83

Samuel

"You'll be alright with rest, Luna," The doctor cooed as he bandaged my arm. "You'll be just fine." He smiled as he stood.

Where is he? Winter piped up for the first time in a while.

"I don't know," I responded, knowing at once he was talking about Nick.

Let's go. I felt my body spring up.

"Must we?" I felt my eyes roll; my body ached and I was dreadfully tired.

Come on!! Winter shouted.

I sighed but couldn't deny him; I felt myself missing him too.

Let's go!! He shrieked and it was as if I could see a tail wagging.

I threw my head back and groaned as I walked out of the room. "I don't even know where he went." I nonchalantly stated.

Don't worry about that. Just use your nose! Winter beamed.

"Bitch." I cursed him as I lifted my head up and smelled the air.

There was only a slight scent of sandalwood.

FOLLOW! Winter shrieked.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah." I groaned as I tried to follow the faint scent of sandalwood out of the main house.

The scent wafted around toward the back of the house and I followed it slowly. I'll admit to feeling like a bloodhound as I causally was walking around with my head in the air sniffing about; not that any one who saw me cared.

I stopped as my eyes caught sight of something protruding up from the ground some 10 feet or more away.

Had I been anywhere else, I would've called it a cellar...but it was a bit far from the house itself...

Let's go inside! Winter yipped.

I didn't respond as I walked up to the doors. They were wooden, but they were not bolted. I reached down and heaved one up. A staircase of stone lead straight down and I couldn't help but feel curiosity in me.

Winter was only too happy with the smell of Nicholas, which got stronger as the door swung open.

Like a mindless animal, I walked down into the cellar, and followed his scent. The scene before my eyes was an odd one; I saw jail cells and smelt something putrid and foul as I followed Nicholas's smell.

The deeper into the complex I went, the stronger the smells became and I couldn't help but cover my nose.

I stopped behind a column as a familiar sound shot into my ears.

"Yes!" Ralph shouted. "We will give you anything you want! Just let us go!" He begged, his eyes staring up at Nicholas.

I felt a weird sensation run through me as I peeked from behind a column. My hand fell from my nose.

Nicholas was there, his smell was strong. I saw Jenna and Ralph on the ground kneeling to him. They were both ragged. There were a couple of other large men there, probably some of the men who fought with Nick.

The room was made of pure concrete; what seemed to be jail cells surrounded the empty space where they stood...or kneeled. There were many smells; apart from Nicholas's I could also smell blood...and perfume.

"All I want," Nick's voice sounded out, refocusing me as he leaned down to them so close he was only a couple of inches from their faces, "Is for you FUCKERS TO LEAVE US THE HELL ALONE!" He roared and Jenna screamed. She dodged behind her husband.