Raven’s POV

The night is a storm filled, rainy one. Lightning streaks across the sky, illuminating the shadows that linger in the darkness, while the thunder rages and screams high above in the sky. The crashing thunder threatens to shatter the already broken fragments of glass in the warehouse, but mostly making it rattle while in its frames.

Usually, on such a night, I would be out prowling and maintaining the border. It is easy to disguise scents and cross over ...