"Why?" Her tone was quieter now, tinged with wonder and disbelief.

She shoved me away, freeing herself from my grasp. Some truths were better left hidden—for her safety, for her sanity. "It’s a long story," I said, evasive but calm.

Sansa’s eyes narrowed, unrelenting. "I care more about myself than anything else."

I started going, trailed by her, her passion to discover the hidden truth evident. She was desperate for information.

"Vampires and werewolves have been at war for ...