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Nikolai’s POV
Ignoring the pleas from the Healer and other members of the pack, I drove at full speed to my destination. My open wound still hurt and my bones weren’t fully healed, but I needed to check up on those prisoners. I needed to make sure they were safe. If I had been duped by that man, then I would have to track him down and save them from him too.
I slowed the car down as I neared the cave. I had built the mansion which was being used as the safehouse in such a location that even though people passed by it every single day they wouldn’t notice. I maneuvered in between the large boulders, passing through and killing the engine of my truck. Getting down, I strolled down through the small farm, stopping when I found what I was looking for.
I lifted the trap door with ease, carefully making my way down the stairs. I had built the house underground for obvious reasons and so far it was efficient enough.
I rang the doorbell and it was immediately opened by the the woman I had put in charged. She was the first she-wolf I had saved from Jonas’ hand. I had had to treat and care for her myself until she got better. When she did, she had begun to treat every group of werewolves I brought back here. The ones who didn’t survive were buried quietly on the farm. The ones who did had a hard time when they did, but eventually got better. They were almost like one big family.
“Welcome,” She greeted as she opened the door, smiling widely.
Her warm gesture like always didn’t sit right with me but I only huffed in reply.
“Some different people brought them in this time,” She said, leading me towards the room where they were usually kept to recover. “I assumed it was on your orders.”
I felt my tense muscles relax, and for the first time since I had awakened, I felt like I was breathing better. As I walked into the room, I observed with contentment how much better the prisoners looked than when I had first found them. Most of them were still fragile and hunched over and I knew that their wolf would never be as strong because of the torture.Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.
“Thank you, Millie.” I said, unable to control myself.
Her eyes widened in surprise but she covered it up quickly.
As I turned to leave, my eyes fell on a little girl to looked about five years old. She looked so malnourished that I thought she would break if she wasn’t handled with care. As if she could sense me staring at her, she turned to me. My jaw fell open in shock as a reflection of Elle stared back at me, her hazel eyes filled with curiosity. She looked so much like Elle; from her eyes, to her light brown hair, and the way her nose turned up when she was annoyed.
My heart clenched. My sweet Elle. I wondered if our baby would have looked like her. The little girl turned away after a while and placed her head on her knees again.
I turned to Millie. “That girl, are her parents here?”
When she saw who I was talking about, she shook her head. “She did have an uncle. But his burns were so bad, he couldn’t make it. We buried him last night.”
I was silent for a while. Looking over at her small form, I felt the urge to protect her from any sort of tragedy.
Turning to Millie, I decided. “Get her ready, she’s coming with me.”