Chapter 164: Chapter 164 - Traitor

[Margaret’s Perspective]

Once again, I recalled seeing Angel enter the forest the night before and thought of another possibility.

That night, first Donald left because of the attack, then Angel entered the forest. According to Anthony, there was more than one attack that night. Donald had already removed Angel from her position. It was impossible for Angel to be looking for Donald.

So who was Angel looking for in the forest at that particular time, and what was she planning?

And the werewolf who had appeared beside Angel today…

Whether it was his outfit or his aura, he looked very similar to the person who attacked me in the forest. It was as if they were carved out of a template. If I hadn’t seen that person being killed by Donald with my own eyes, I would have suspected that they were the same person.

Angel standing with him meant that they were working together. That meant that at some point, Angel had started working with the people who had attacked us. Working with our enemies!

I began to feel annoyed that I hadn’t been highly vigilant about this.

I simply thought that Angel could not stand me and hated me, but I never thought that she would do anything because of such hatred, let alone choose to betray us.

If I had been more vigilant, even if I had been able to put these things together when I learned of the attack this morning, I might have been able to conclude that Angel was colluding with the enemy then. Then I would have reminded Donald to control Angel before she really acted. She would not have had the chance to attack Elizabeth, and we would not have been reduced to our current situation.

It was too late now.

I didn’t know how many people were involved. Did Elliot, who was beside Donald, know? Was he helping Angel’s plan when he asked me to plead for her?

But didn’t he think that was too risky? He could see that I would probably not agree to this, and his threat to me would only make me suspicious and wary of him. He didn’t have to expose himself like this.

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Or rather, he deliberately attracted my attention to him so that I would completely ignore what Angel was doing during this period of time and think that she was really desperate and could only follow Donald’s arrangements to leave this place.

I didn’t dare dwell on it.

If Elliot was involved, he would be like a time bomb planted around Donald. Donald trusted him so much. If Elliot decided to harm Donald, his life would most likely be in danger.

If Donald was in danger, so was the Silver Moon Pack that I grew up in.

I felt my heart tighten. My breath came in ragged gasps.

Elizabeth sensed my abnormality. In the darkness, she tightened her grip on my hand and called out, “Margaret, are you okay?”

I composed myself a little and reached back for her hand.

The only thing I could be thankful for was that I had told Donald everything I knew when we parted. Donald would be more or less wary of Elliot. I hoped that this would help him.

I struggled to speak. “I’m afraid Angel is a traitor. She’s working with the people who attacked us.”

Elizabeth let out a strangled scream from her throat.

“How… How can you be sure?” Elizabeth said in a small voice. “Did she really work with the enemy? Those people could kill us easily.”

I nodded. Elizabeth couldn’t see what I was doing. It was more like I was trying to convince myself to accept the truth.

“I’m ninety percent sure of that.”n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

“Isn’t… isn’t she from the royal Lycan family?” Elizabeth stammered. “You even said that she likes the Lycan King. Why would she choose to work with the enemy to betray us?”

This question also troubled me. If a person loved another person, why would they do such a thing?

As someone who loved Donald so deeply, I wouldn’t have the heart to do anything that might hurt him. If I could do something for him, I wouldn’t mind sacrificing my life.

All I could say was that Angel’s concept of love and hate was different from ours. Her love was plunder and possession. When she couldn’t have someone, her love would turn into hatred. It was just as passionate and crazy.

Although she exuded a cold aura and even her wolf was the color of snow, I felt like she was a crazy flame that would burn everyone around her.

I sighed and said, “It’s hard to tell if people love or hate each other. I have a feeling that Angel didn’t do it just because Donald and I became mates. She has other reasons. There’s a greater motivation pushing her to do it.”