Damian was sat on a bench near the edge of the Industrial Estate. These places were brilliant hide-outs. They were like Dead-Zones, totally barren of Human life so no one could drop in on you whilst you were feeding or, in a Werewolves case, shifting. Damian hadn't seen a Werewolf in quite sometime but it didn't mean they were gone. It never did.
He thought back to his Early-Days, of being taught 'the Goodies and the Badies' as if he were in some sort of pre-school lesson. He then thought back to the night he'd first set eyes on Veon. He thought of how much he'd loved her back then and that he just wanted her but knew that he couldn't. He didn't mean to ruin her life as much as he did.



















