Aiden’s POV
The warehouse for the meeting was oddly cold and deserted. The night had crept up on me really quickly, it was weird that this was just some minutes to seven but the sun had set completely and the moon… it didn’t do much to light up the space.
I stepped out of the car and walked through the entrance I knew, there was a back wall where a rusty elevator stood open.
My wolf gave a low, guttural sound, that’s all it could give… whether as a warning, a plea or statement. I didn’t care.
Thanks to the charm.
The pendant on my neck pulsed faintly with its old magic, it was still working. Not once had it failed.
The elevator took me down two flights to the underground room.
I looked around and checked my wrist watch.
7:01pm.
There were seven chairs. Only six were fille
