Chapter 298: Reconvengence

JEROME The abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of neutral territory smelled like rot and rust and the particular dampness that came from decades of neglect. Moonlight filtered through broken windows, creating patches of shadow that my brethren could use to materialize----though we were being cautious now, more cautious than we'd been in centuries, because everything had changed. Everything had changed because a five--year--old werewitch had built a light prison. I materialized fully in the corner where darkness pooled deepest, my form solidifying from smoke into flesh with the familiar sensation of reality asserting itself over my natural state. Around me, others were doing the same----Marcus appearing near the far wall, Helena coalescing beside the overturned machinery, Thomas emerging from the shadows beneath the collapsed scaffolding. We were twelve in total. Twelve nightwalkers who'd survived the facility purge, who'd escaped when everything went to hell, who'd been tracking those