DAMIEN’S POV
I once again wake up in another human warehouse, and I sigh running a weak hand through my face, already used to this sequence.
Sometimes, I go to sleep at night just to expect this, knowing that it would happen.
It only got thrilling once though. This one human put up a tough fight and just when I was about to end his misery, he pleaded that he had a family at home and his wife had just given birth.
I got his wounds treated and let him go. That was about nine months ago, and I always checked up on him and his family from time to time.
Although I had to hide him across the world from the people who had sent him, but I think I have made a very good friend in Otis.
My weak body refused to move from the table they had laid me on and I just knew it was one of those times a
