Demitri
Atlas and I get through the main door to the dungeons; the smell of blood and wolfsbane is overpowering. I look at Atlas as a low rumbling growl is rumbling as he moves past me towards the back cells. I place a finger to my lips letting him know to be quiet.
After only hearing the four heart beats, we moved forward. Atlas was clearly following his nose; wolves have a much better sense of smell. Atlas practically rips the cell door off as an almighty roar leaves him, and he rushes into the cell. Catching up with him I watch as he drops to his knees beside a seriously bloody body.
“What the f**k?” I growl while looking at my childhood friend who was more like a sister.
“Go find Dollar, I have her.” Atlas shouts at me, registering what he said I burst into action and move to t
