Chapter 8 Your Mate Is Hurt

• “Calm down, Salem.”
• “How do I calm down, huh?” Salem snapped, pacing back and forth like a storm trapped in a cage. “You don’t expect us to go on a mission to save the world because some old witch says so!”
• Orson stared at his mate, frowning. In just twenty-four hours, Salem looked... smaller. The fire in his eyes still burned, but there was a shadow behind it now. His jaw was tight, his skin pale, like he hadn’t slept. Dark circles sat heavy under his eyes. His broad shoulders, once confident and relaxed, now twitched with tension.