WAREHOUSE

POV DESMOND

Who the h*ll is the 'golden one'? More importantly, why does he need me? These questions and more rang through my head and we continued running from the warehouse. Turning the corner, I came to a stop when I saw headlights head.

The shifters ran up and waited by the car. Trying to see who’s in the car, I put my hands in front of my face to shield the light from my eyes. I thought Hamond had said everyone was gone tonight. One of the shifters used its ...