I swallow hard as my next question is preparing itself to come out.
“When do you plan to attack?”
I only intend to ask one question at a time, but questions after questions incessantly and nervously slide from my mouth without my control.
“How will the other pack help you get out of our pack’s territory? If you succeed in attacking the castle, what will you gain from it? And what will you do to the royals? Will you kill Prince Giannis? Queen Esther?”
My sweat is congealing cold and thick while my heart is thudding fast and loud. I wait for Captain Haile to answer my questions, any of them, if not all. However, instead of an answer, he hurls a question of his own while directing his narrowed eyes and a dubious stare at me.
“Aren’t you supposed to be relaxed after knowing that there’s
