DAEMON'S POV

The walk to the warehouse was fast and silent, the kind that makes rage build in seconds. Lucas didn't speak, he knew better. Neither did I, not because I enjoyed the silence, but because I couldn't wait to get my hands on the boy. My hands curled into fists the moment we made the bend for the path leading straight iron gates of the warehouse.

The closer we got, the stronger zephyr became, letting rage fuel his instincts.

As soon as we pulled up at the large doors, the guards ...