Raven watched Trevor’s back as he picked the lock at the docks, this was the second biggest warehouse that Bently owned. Raven hoped he employed humans to guard and not werewolves or their presence will be known from their scent.
“Alright, come on,” whispered Trevor, slipping through the door, Raven followed quietly after. They stayed to the back wall, trying to gage if there was anyone around. It seemed empty. There were cameras.
“Hopefully we didn’t trip anything, and it doesn’t seem if anyone is here,” commented Trevor.
Raven sighed, “Most likely none of the missing girls are here either. Let’s see if we can find an office and see what’s in their filing cabinets.”
They made their way through aisles of steel rakes housing large crates. Towards the middle they found a small office th
