Chapter 86: Chapter 86

[Donald’s Perspective]n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Angel was obviously shocked by the sudden attack, but she reacted quickly and rushed to my side.

“How are you?” Angel asked anxiously.

I raised my eyes and stared hard at the werewolf who’d just attacked me. He was about the same size as the dark-haired man who’d attacked Margaret. He was now beside the unconscious dark-haired man. He was creating a diversion. He had wanted to take the man.

“Take care of her.” I shoved Margaret to Angel and gave her a warning look. If she was sensible, she would know not to do anything that might anger me now.

I let out a long howl at the moon. In the blink of an eye, I’d completed my human-to-wolf transformation. Margaret’s blood had provoked me. My Mate was hurt by other werewolves in front of me. They had to pay with blood. There was no room for negotiation.

I saw Angel tremble and the shocked look in the werewolf’s eyes.

The werewolf stiffened for perhaps half a second. He must have sensed the dangerous aura I was giving off. He suddenly abandoned his companion and turned to flee.

But it was too late.

If the person who hurt me could leave without paying any price, then I would really be wasting my life.

I jumped and covered the ten meters between us. The other party turned and ran. I closed the distance between us in an instant.

Too slow. He was moving too slowly.

I put my claws on his back and slashed him from his neck to his waist, leaving a long trail of blood.

This blow was for Margaret.

I saw him stretch his neck in pain as he let out a groan, but he was still struggling with death and didn’t stop walking. That only prolonged his life for a few seconds.

I threw myself on top of him. He was knocked to the ground. I tore at his throat crazily with my teeth and felt the fishy and warm fluid fill my mouth.

I pressed my claws against his soft stomach, slicing his flesh piece by piece. I felt him whimper and die under me before I jumped off him.

The blood on his body stained the ground red. I looked at the ground in disgust.

I didn’t like blood, and I didn’t like solving problems by killing. I always felt that power should be for protection, not plunder.

I thought of Margaret and raced back to where I’d come from.

Angel had already given Margaret a simple hemostasis. I nodded to her and received Margaret into my arms.

“She has passed out from blood loss. I’ve already stopped the bleeding. And our men will be here soon. They have a medical team among them. There shouldn’t be a problem.”

Angel looked a little uncomfortable. She looked at me with a hesitant expression and said, “It was all my fault just now. I was negligent and didn’t notice anything unusual. I’m sorry.”

“You shouldn’t be sorry about this,” I said coldly. “What happened tonight was all because of you.”

I saw Angel open her mouth as if to say something. In the end, she didn’t say anything.

“You don’t have to interfere in the future. You’ll go to detention today and reflect on it,” I said. “I’ve already contacted Elliot. He’ll take over everything here. When I deploy new people, you can get lost.”

My words left no room for Angel.

With Margaret’s injury. Angel had crossed my bottom line. Since she might hurt Margaret, I couldn’t tolerate her staying here no matter what.

“Donald, you can’t do this to me,” Angel said.

For the first time, I saw weakness in Angel’s eyes.

“I didn’t mean to hurt her, and it was not my fault she got hurt,” Angel said defensively. “She’s your mate, but has it ever occurred to you that this isn’t fair to me either? I’m doing what I have to do as the commando leader. What right do you have to punish me like this?”

“I’ve always tried to make you see me and stand by your side. I’ve done everything well. If you say that you’re punishing me for dereliction of duty, I’ll accept anything. However, you can’t convince me of such a reason.”

“But the truth is that you hurt her,” I said calmly. “There’s no such thing as absolute fairness or unfairness in this world, especially not emotionally. Was what you did to Margaret fair to her?”

I saw Angel’s hurt expression and suddenly couldn’t bear to continue. I sighed and said, “Angel, I’ve always admired you. You’re an excellent warrior. Letting you go back isn’t entirely a punishment. You’ll have a good position and development. Why do you have to stay here?”

“You weren’t like this before, Donald. You’ve become weak. You let emotions manipulate your rationality. You don’t look like the Lycan King from before.” Angel looked at me with sad eyes.

“People change,” I replied, looking back at Angel. “But I prefer to believe that love made me stronger. I understand the meaning of protection better.