WAREHOUSE

POV NATHANIEL

I sprinted the last few miles to the warehouse. I had stopped to feed in a back alley after I left the apartment. I knew my roommates would treat Desmond well. Although I was still on the fence with Hamond. He had only been with me a few years, and I still couldn't get a read on the guy.

I stopped outside the backdoor and lit a cigarette. I didn't like to smoke but it helped take the edge off on nights like this. I leaned against the wall and took a ...