Chapter 31: Chapter 31

[Donald’s POV]

When I heard the scream, I panicked a little.

I looked down at Margaret. This was ridiculous. How could I have done such a thing? Now, at such a dangerous time, I was actually having sex with Margaret in a desolate bush. If the attack had happened to us just now, would I have had enough focus to observe all of this and protect Margaret from any harm?

This thought made me shudder. I fell into a state of self-reproach.

If I couldn’t even guarantee the safety of my mate as the Lycan King, then I was such a failure.

As I raced back to camp with Margaret in my arms, I activated my mind-link with Elliot.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

There was an attack in the southwest of the Silver Moon Pack. They immediately sent some people to provide support.

I’d already heard about it and sent someone over.

Elliot responded quickly.

“How many people were sent? Who were they?”

“Jared and Louis have gone over. They’ll be there soon.”

“Well done. Where’s the assault team that we dispatched?”

“They’re expected to arrive tomorrow.”

“Get them to speed up. It’s best if they arrive tonight. The enemy is attacking faster. We don’t have that much time.”

“Alright, Lycan King.”

“Where are you now?”

I met Alpha-Armstrong at the entrance of the cafeteria.

“Wait for me there, I’ll be right there. I’m sending Margaret back.”

“Yes, Lycan King.”

I quickly thought about the current situation. The enemy had started to attack the Silver Moon Tribe so quickly, and under our tight security.

This meant that their understanding of our situation was beyond our imagination. They knew that we didn’t have enough manpower and wanted to take the opportunity to weaken us. Before we completely consolidated our patrol, the entire tribe was in danger. The next attack could happen at any time.

I glanced at Margaret in my arms and began to seriously consider sending her back to the werewolf royal family. The Silver Moon Tribe was no longer safe. I might not have more time to watch over her safety.

At the entrance of the canteen, Margaret’s resistance infuriated me.

She had also heard the scream. She should be able to comprehend that something terrible had happened. Under such circumstances, she still dared to suggest leaving the camp to patrol with us.

Did she know that with her figure, she could be torn apart by an adult werewolf warrior in an instant? I felt that I had indulged her too much, making her feel that she had nothing to fear. She was doing things that made me uneasy.

At the same time, I felt Armstrong’s care for Margaret.

There must be something between them. I vaguely guessed that what Margaret wanted to tell me previously was related to Armstrong.

Armstrong and I were both men. I knew what men were thinking. There was something wrong with the way Armstrong looked at Margaret. I did not like the way he looked at Margaret. It was the way we looked at everything that belonged to us.

My mate only belonged to me. Any gaze that coveted her was a challenge to my authority as the Lycan King. Margaret was so sweet and charming. She should be mine alone.

I sent Elliot to gather the others. Armstrong and I turned into wolf form and raced toward the source of the screams.

Jared and Louis had already sent me some information. A terrible attack had indeed happened.

The only good news was that there were no more casualties in this attack.

We finally arrived at the place where the attack happened. I was a little puzzled. This place was not the same place where the scream Margaret and I had heard came from.

“This is where the body was found,” Jared said.

“They were very cunning. They faked the location of the voice and carried out an assassination here,” a werewolf from the Silver Moon Tribe said sadly.

“We rushed over when we heard the sound. That place was very close to where we were patrolling. But we did not see anyone or any corpse. After a careful search, we found this,” Louis said, handing over a small gadget.

It was a mini speaker specially made in camouflage. It was not easy to find in the forest.

“That’s where the sound came from. Then we widened the search and found the body,” Jared added.

“Who is it?” I heard Armstrong’s low and hoarse voice.

“It’s Colin, a young warrior,” the werewolf said.

“It’s our fault,” said Dennis. “We didn’t notice anything amiss in time. I’m sorry.”

I saw Armstrong’s sad expression. This must have been a huge blow to him.