Savage Silence

~Kaelen's POV~

The abandoned LEG shipyard warehouse in Brooklyn smelled of salt, rusted iron, and fifty years of stagnant oil.

It was freezing inside. The rain from the harbor was hitting the corrugated steel roof in a heavy, deafening roar, but the sound was distant, blocked out by the massive, cavernous silence of the concrete floor. In the center of the dark space, hanging from a single, frayed