Shawn
My boots made a muffled thud as I landed in a crouch after dropping in from the roof. I gripped two silver daggers, one in each hand. I had a gun holstered to my hip but I wanted to be as quiet and inconspicuous as possible so it was only on my body as a last resort. Shifting was always an option but sometimes that left me vulnerable in tight spaces like this and I knew that shifting would trigger even more rage and bloodlust that was already simmering beneath the skin from killing the guards that were on the roof. Speaking of…I took the blades and wiped the blood on the fabric of my cargo pants. I smiled at the memory of my knife slicing into the necks of the two incompetent idiots on the roof. They were humans which only piqued my curiosity as to why they were here. We would figur
