When the sun finally rose the next morning, its golden light spilling across the shore, Xorran wasted no time relaying everything Salem had told him to his right hand.
Pawn, however, did not share the same certainty. His expression darkened the more he listened, brows furrowing in clear disapproval.
“How can you be so sure that what he said was true, Alpha?” Pawn asked, his tone firm but respectful. “What if he lied?”
"He has no motive to do so, Pawn."
“He wants you to suffer! That is his motive!” Pawn’s voice rose, no longer able to hold back his frustration. “He’s Salem, Xorran. The guardian of the vampires who loathes you to death, have you forgotten? What if this is just another one of his traps?”
Xorran’s expression darkened, but he didn’t interrupt.
“But what if it’s not?” he s
