Ryan's POV
The message, which was delivered in the middle of the night, was straightforward yet threatening:
*"Tomorrow evening. Midnight. Warehouse 17. Come by yourself.”*
Even though the sender was unnamed, it was easy to identify them. At last, Alexander Gray had made up his mind to move. I might be wrong though. But I was confident in my strength. That didn't mean I had no plans to check out the place before making a commitment though, and before the specified time too.
But then unease found its way into my heart. Was I not too bold and full of hubris to consider honoring the invitation? One might say I was too hot blooded, just like a young wolf that has a main-character syndrome. I stared at the screen while perched on the edge of my bed until the words became hazy. My thoughts w
