I took a deep breath.
The messenger was a vampire. I had no idea if I met him before, he didn’t stand out to me at least. His hair was pitch black, as were most of his clothes, but he had that signature pale vampire skin. He stood out when he was amongst werewolves, because they all liked warm toned clothes that were heavily embellished to show off how rich and successful they are.
But no, not this vampire. His suit was without colour and without stains nor embellishments. He certainly didn’t look like he had been travelling for days, even though we knew he had. He crossed the border with his hands above his head, holding a scroll with the peace terms. Much like I had expected, he told every wolf that he encountered what his mission was, no matter what their status or title was. They th
