[Donaldâs Perspective]
âDonald, please. Donât do this to me.â
Angelâs aura weakened. Even her shoulders drooped. She looked disappointed.
I sighed. Acting tough and showing weakness were just Angelâs means of getting her way.
As long as she achieved her goal, she never cared about what means she used. However, I had already seen through her. Neither was useful to me.
âAngel, do I have to make everything clear to you?â I asked.
Angel looked at me in confusion.
I took the token from her and put it in my pocket.
I glanced at her waist and then at her face. I asked, âAs the commander of the assault team, you should have a dagger to prove your identity in addition to this token. Where is your dagger?â
I saw Angelâs expression stiffen for a moment. She was about to speak when I interrupted her.
âYouâve already thought of an excuse? Lost it in a battle, or didnât bring it with you as you were in a hurry today?â
I shook my head slowly and reached into my pocket for the dagger. The initials of Angelâs full name were engraved on it.
âBut I have it.â
Angel clamped her mouth shut. Her face tightened.
âYou said you didnât mean to harm her, but you gave her your dagger.â I waved the dagger at her. âThis dagger is yours, right?â
âItâs because of this dagger that no one hindered Margaretâs entry into the forest. Because all members of the assault team would recognize it. It ensured that she would get clearance, and that no one would question her out of curiosity.
It would be even easier if they werenât from the assault team. They would assume that the ones with daggers were all royal Lycans. And the authority I asked Armstrong to give you is higher than that of ordinary werewolves. The Silver Moon Tribe wonât even say anything about what to pay attention to.â
âIâI hadnât thought about any of thatâ¦â Angel stammered.
âAngel, youâve always been meticulous and careful. How could you not think of these things? You just didnât care about the possible consequences.â
I took Angelâs dagger back into my pocket with her token.
âYou said you didnât think of harming Margaret, but everything you did might have brought her closer to danger. You only treated her as a pawn in your plan. Of course you didnât care about the life of a pawn. But when you chose Margaret as a pawn, would you dare to say you didnât have any selfish motives?â
âThen would you dare to say you donât have any selfish motives for treating me like this?â Angel asked indignantly.
âI did punish you because of Margaret, but not just because sheâs my mate and the future queen of the Lycans. Even if she were an ordinary werewolf with no status, I would do the same. As the commander of the assault team, youâre incompetent if you donât know the importance of respecting every life.â
âNo, it was nothing like that,â Angel kept denying.
âPreviously, even though I knew that you were the commander of the assault team, I trusted you with the patrol because I believed in your ability and recognized that you could bear the responsibility of the assault team. However, from the looks of it, what you did was completely dominated by emotions. Youâre not suitable for your current position.â
I looked at Angel with some pity. She had the ability, but not the temperament to match it.
âAfter all Iâve done, why canât you see my efforts?â Angel demanded, suddenly taking a step forward in agitation.
I instinctively raised my arm to block her and replied, âItâs not that I canât see.â
I stared into Angelâs eyes and said, âItâs just that youâve been channeling your efforts in the wrong direction.â
âHow could I be wrong? Youâre the one whoâs wrong. You chose the wrong mate. That little she-wolf, she doesnât deserve to be your mate. Youâre the Lycan king. You should have the best mate, in every way, so that the best genes can breed a better next generation,â Angel shouted at me.
I frowned, thinking Angel must be crazy.
I could punish her through the law for the way she spoke to me.
And what she said was ridiculous.
Mates were meant to be. Although there was a difference in physical fitness between Lycans and ordinary werewolves, there was no difference in personality. We were all equals.
Even though the word âmateâ to a Lycan generally meant another Lycan, there were many Lycans who were married to ordinary werewolves. I never felt that there was any nobility or lowliness among us. Moreover, a mate was a mate. It was someone we were destined to love and be with for the rest of our lives. It was not someoneâs breeding tool, to be screened for bloodline genes.
Margaret was the one and only person I had found among thousands of others. She was my treasure and my fortune.
If this was what Angel really thought, it was hard to understand her.
âYou should go back and think about it. When the new dispatch arrives, go back obediently and donât think about causing trouble again.â
I said this last sentence and turned to leave. I didnât want to say another word to Angel.
âDonald! Youâll regret this. I wonât give up. Just you wait!â
Angel left me, shouting at the top of her lungs.