Chapter 191: Chapter 191 - Unavoidable

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[Margaret’s Perspective]

There was no one behind Angel.

Her fur still looked as white and flawless as snow. She didn’t look like she had just fought Elliot. She looked like she had just strolled here.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

I blocked Elizabeth behind me, keeping my eyes on what Angel was doing.

What had become of Elliot? Had Angel defeated him? Speculation raced through my brain.

In front of me, Angel’s lips curled into something like a smile.

“How long do you think you’ll last under me, Margaret?”

“What about Elliot? What did you do to him?” I tried to remain calm.

“He’s my dear brother. What can I do to him?”

Angel began to circle Elizabeth and me. My footsteps cautiously followed her movements, always keeping my eyes on hers.

Donald was on the other side of the battlefield. It was unknown if Elliot was dead or alive. Behind me was my sister, Elizabeth, who had no combat experience and was waiting for me to protect her. I knew that there was no way to avoid this battle.

I had to fight Angel face-to-face, not just because of our current situation, but because of my dignity and honor. Angel and I should have fought head-on like this long ago. I was going to defeat her fair and square, with all my courage and wisdom.

I did this not to prove it to anyone, but to prove it to myself. I had the right and the ability to stand by Donald, to be his Mate, to be his support instead of a burden.

I had to convince myself with a victory. Otherwise, I would always feel unconfident around Donald. This was also why I was injured by the gossip of various people.

Now, let me end this.

“Come on, Margaret. Let’s have a real fight between werewolves and use our wolves to fight,” Angel snarled from the side.

“Don’t go. Don’t fight her, Margaret.” Elizabeth grabbed my sleeve.

“Trust me.” I pried Elizabeth’s fingers from my grasp and gave her a reassuring smile.

I saw Elizabeth’s worried expression and leaned down to whisper in her ear, “After the battle starts, I’ll hold her back. Run in the direction we went before and find Anthony and Donald. They’ll definitely come to help me.”

“Then what will you do?” Elizabeth bit her lip uneasily.

“I’ll be fine, don’t worry,” I said.

Elizabeth still looked hesitant, but Angel was clearly getting impatient.

“Are you saying your last words after so long?” Angel’s mocking voice sounded.

I pushed Elizabeth in the direction we’d been traveling, turned to face Angel directly, and began to shift.

Because she had been with Donald for a while, Betty was well nourished in my body.

After Donald marked me, I clearly felt Betty’s strength increase with the infusion of Donald’s power. Even though I had been locked in the basement for the past two days, I was confident that Betty was stronger than before.

Betty was still light brown, and the color of her fur was very similar to my hair. However, at this moment, I realized that her fur had a faint silver color, just like Donald’s.

I observed Angel across from me through Betty’s eyes. She ground her front paws against each other. I covered Elizabeth’s departing back as best I could. I couldn’t let her catch up with Elizabeth.

I had to admit that there was still some fear in my heart when I faced Angel.

My body still remembered how painful it was the last time she knocked me over in the training room. Last time, because she underestimated me, I found an opportunity to roll to the side with her.

However, this time, her gaze told me that she would definitely take this battle seriously. This meant that my chances of winning were even lower.

There was something else that was important. I knew from Elliot that using the wolf form to fight was a very important part of Lycan warrior training. But there was little contact during werewolf combat. I had only learned a little bit from Elliot’s training last time.

However, regardless of whether I was at a disadvantage in these objective factors, I would not lose to Angel in terms of fighting will. In fact, I was stronger than her.

I was fighting for justice. For love and protection. This inspired the ideals and endless fighting spirit in me.

I wanted to create conditions for my lover, Donald. I wanted to give my family, Elizabeth, time. I wanted to fight for the safety and survival of my pack. This spirit always motivated me and gave me the courage and confidence to face Angel head-on.