Waiting for the Storm to Pass (2)

They arrived in front of the master room, pausing outside the door. Secretary Cade's hand hovered on the knob before sending a glance at the doctor for a brief moment.

With a curt nod from the doctor, Cade, previously instructed to skip knocking, swung the door open without hesitation. A soft creak echoed through as the door gave way, made known of their arrival.

The guest area that greeted the doctor lacked any light, blanketed with dark and coldness. As the doctor stepped inside, the musky presence of pheromones washed him like a tidal wave; heavy and hanging free, clinging to him stickily.

Another thing, he could catch a whiff of the primal scent from the aftermath that happened in the room.

"My lord," the doctor called out, standing by the door as it closed behind him. "I've been summoned to–"