Sleeping With The Enemy (BoyxBoy)

Chapter Thirty Five

--Lucien's Point Of View--
"I hope we find him soon I left Nick up in San Diego with Dad and Iris, they decided to stay with the werewolves. Daniel tagged along, I really need a license because transporting takes out all my energy" Cressida groaned fidgetting impatiently kicking at the dark dirt of the hell earth.

"Mischa should be here soon, he's a very skilled tracker" I huffed impatiently shoving my shaking hands into my pockets trying to push back the looming anxiety attacks threatened to break through.

"I know. He IS my best friend and all" Cressida chided sassily kicking at more rocks on the ground, a small flicker of light appeared and Mischa stumbled out into view waving over to Cressida before making his way over to us.

"I thank you so much for agreeing to help us, you know Emmett's scent well from your old missions..right?" I tacked on a smile and Mischa returned with another nodding in agreeance.

"Yeah, we did a few classes and missions with him when I was still fresh. We were taught to save scents of the people in our team for situations like this" He shrugged kicking at the ground.

"I hate to be a bother but you're the only good hellhound that actually cooperates with me" I apologised bowing my head to him looking over Cressida who was growing more impatient.

"No it's fine, Emmett is a friend" He smiled warmly hesitantly inching towards the Underworld Gate.
"Hurry up." Cressida ordered shoving me roughly towards the gate.

"I get it" I hissed in annoyance lifting my hand to the archway and giving it a gentle flick and the shot of flames lit up the space in the archway burning away at the veil to reveal the underworld gateway.

I waited until everyone went through before stepping through myself and I was hit with a wave of reminiscence of the war that I had participated in when I was younger and the mindless slaughter of innocent demonoids.

This place in general was a whole deal worse than hell, it was void of all colour just darkness and evil compared to the somewhat beautiful landscape of hell. "Well, I guess it's up to me to go sniff him out" Mischa grumbled cracking his neck shifting out into the oversized hound form.

"Aw I love when Mischa is like this, he is like a giant puppy dog" Cressida giggled petting him between the ears.

"You're horrible." He complained dropping his nose to the dirt sniffing at every inch of the soil.

"Anything?" Daniel asked him impatiently scenting the air to try and catch any blood traces.

"Yeah, there's a lot of blood. It's heading in this direction" Mischa nodded his head off in the direction of the raging blood ravine nearby.

"Are you sure it's not just that blood you're smelling?" Daniel snapped crossing his arms in annoyance.

"Emmett's blood has a different scent" Mischa huffed trotting through the grass towards the river. "We have to swim through" He added dipping his foot into the currents of blood.

"More like wade through, Mischa will have to doggy paddle" Cressida giggled slipping into the river with Mischa gripping his hand into the fur on his back. I reluctantly jumped down into the river grabbing Cressida's shoulder while Daniel in turn was holding onto me.

We all made it across safely and stinking of old blood, I heard Cressida complaining about something that Mischa did before he shifted back to normal.

"Can you still get his scent like this?" Daniel asked eyeing off the overpowering amounts of blood covering all of us.

"Yes, I can" He replied sharply lifting his nose up to the air to continue following the scent, I trailed along behind the group stepping through dead bodies and rotting animal corpses being scratched to death by thorny shrubs and jagged rocks.