STATEN ISLAND FOREST

POV NATHANIEL

I started the jog back to the safe house. I wanted to take it slow to clear my mind before I saw Desmond again. As much as I hated getting my hands dirty, I couldn't deny the ecstasy I felt when killing. I didn't want Desmond to see that side of me if I could help it.

I was about ten miles outside of the shifter camp when I sensed him. He always had such a strange, unsettling energy surrounding him. I turned right and headed for the water. ...