"Jake's past?" The general muttered as if he was reminiscing about something but at the same time he didn't want to remember it.
"Yeah," HQ said.
When even after a few minutes the general didn't speak, HQ urged,
"What are you waiting for? Hurry up!"
The general's head throbbed, his vision swimming as he strained to focus on the conversation.
Every word felt like it took a monumental effort, and his body was betraying him with each passing second.
But this was too important—he couldn't let the line go dead without making sure help was on its way.
The general let out a shaky breath. "Jake... was a vampire," he began slowly, his voice rough.
"We made him."
There was a long, unnerving silence on the other end of the line.
The general could feel the tension building in his chest as he waited for a response.
The pain in his body was becoming unbearable, the coldness creeping in, but he focused on holding the phone to his ear.
