[Margaret’s POV]
Now, whatever decision Donald makes, he almost never deliberately keeps it from . I think this is a very good start; our relationship should indeed be honest and transparent.
After issuing the command for tonight’s surprise attack, Donald dismissed everyone from the eting room and leisurely reviewed Benjamin’s report, seemingly pondering sothing.
"What’s wrong? Did you think of sothing?" I leaned closer, resting on his shoulder and asked softly.
Now that it was just the two of us in the eting room, I allowed myself to lean affectionately against him.
Donald caught my hand in his palm, naturally kissed it, and replied, "I was wondering, if these are just defective products of failed experints, what would the enemy’s successful, side effect-free werewolves look like? Perhaps they shouldn’t be called werewolves but monsters would be more accurate."
Listening to Donald’s speculation made sowhat scared, "Are there really such monsters existing? That’s terrifying, like sothing out of a Resident Evil scenario!"
Seeming to find my reaction sowhat cute, Donald chuckled deeply, lowered his head to kiss my lips gently, and comforted in a soft voice, "These are just our speculations at the mont, not necessarily accurate. Don’t worry, dear, the Moon goddess wouldn’t allow such a nature-defying, humanity-extinguishing scenario to happen, that’s too incredible."
"All right, let’s not talk about this now. Didn’t you say you wanted to ask Elizabeth about that matter yesterday? Let’s go now," said Donald as he got up, and he kept hold of my hand from start to finish.
I nodded, agreeing with his suggestion.
But as Donald and I had just left the eting room, we saw Elizabeth in the hospital corridor talking to Benjamin with a very serious expression on her face.
Donald and I exchanged glances and slowly walked over.
"Elizabeth? What are you doing here so early? What are you talking about with Benjamin?" I asked curiously.
Elizabeth turned to look at , her serious expression suddenly turning a bit despondent, "I also wanted to help take care of the hospital’s Lycans, but I seem to be a bit too clumsy; even just changing dressings, I couldn’t do it properly."
Her slight despondency seed sowhat cute to . I smiled gently and said, "The re fact that you have this initiative to help others is already comndable. Take it slow, I was also all thumbs yesterday."
Standing nearby, Benjamin, a very witty and humorous Lycan, looked at Elizabeth, who seed sowhat defeated, and made a jest, "You’re the most beautiful and capable Luna of the Silver Moon Pack, the Lycans who had their wounds dressed by your hands are probably going to heal faster."
"Co on, don’t be discouraged. After all, not many people are as intelligent and exceptionally talented as your sister, who can learn anything quickly. I was actually quite surprised by her yesterday!"
Seeing more gloom in Elizabeth’s expression, I decided to retract my previous praise of Benjamin.
He was indeed a very capable Lycan, but when it ca to speaking and cheering people up, he was sorely lacking. I guessed he definitely didn’t have a girlfriend.
Donald seed to have noticed sothing too, and he coughed lightly twice, giving Benjamin, who was still rambling, a look that signaled him to stop.
I reached out and pulled Elizabeth over, looked up at Donald to signal him to follow, "We can learn these things later, co with now; Donald and I have so things we want to ask you."
Elizabeth, sensing sothing serious from my expression, followed us obediently into a nearby doctor’s office.
"What do you want to ask?" Elizabeth asked, puzzled, sitting beside on the sofa.
"It’s about ’MASTER’. Donald wants to know more about it; could you recount everything you heard that day? Don’t be nervous, Elizabeth, we just want to get more information," I said, beginning our inquiry with a gentle pace, not to make Elizabeth too tense since she always gets a bit nervous in front of Donald.
Elizabeth first looked at , then turned to look at Donald sitting opposite, slowly furrowing her brow as she seriously recalled the events.
"We inhaled that damned sedative and then fell unconscious. They must have bound first and then found another opportunity to abduct Margaret, as there was so ti difference between our exposure to the sedative, allowing to wake up in the vehicle first."
As she spoke, she beca slightly excited as if rembering sothing, "That’s right, we were transported to that cabin in a horse-drawn carriage, they hid and Margaret under the seats of the carriage!"
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