Chapter 70: Chapter 70

[Elizabeth’s Perspective]

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.

My mate. He clearly knew that I was incapable of fighting. He left me alone in the dark forest just to check on what he thought was an anomaly!

“How could you do that!” I confronted him angrily. “You knew I didn’t know how to use my Mindlink.”

A blank look came over Armstrong’s face.

“You don’t know how to use your Mindlink?” he said. “Didn’t you just call me with your Mindlink?”

I stared at him, too angry to speak.

However, he didn’t feel that there was anything wrong with his action at all. He continued, “You might have been too nervous. There’s no one here. I found a new attack over there. I’ve already called the others. Come with me.”

What? A new attack!

There was really an attack here. What if the attack had happened to me? Armstrong left just like that. Did he really think about my safety at all?

And he wanted to take me to the place where the attack had happened. Would something happen there again? Had the attackers really left?

“I don’t want to go,” I said, grabbing Armstrong’s hand. “I want to go back. Can you take me home?”

“I’ve contacted the Lycan King and Anthony and asked them to come over. They’ll take you back when they arrive.”

“I want to go back now. I don’t want to see any attacks,” I insisted.

I saw impatience on Armstrong’s face. He said, “No one can send you back now. Can you go back yourself?”n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

I looked helplessly at Armstrong. He knew that I couldn’t. He was forcing me.

‘Please, Armstrong.’

I could only plead.

Armstrong sighed. He turned his hand over to shake mine and said, “Elizabeth, I can’t leave here now. Our pack’s safety is at stake. Come with me. I promise you’ll be fine.”

I knew that any objection I made would be useless. The look on Armstrong’s face as he said this told me that his patience had run out. If I said anything else, he might really abandon me here again.

I had to follow him deeper into the forest. He didn’t adjust his pace because of me. I could only jog after him.

Finally, Armstrong stopped in his tracks. The trees here looked no different from anywhere else. I didn’t care about the surrounding scenery. I only felt that my heels were about to break. I wanted to see how my feet were, but I didn’t dare to let go of Armstrong’s hand. I bent down halfway and held on to Armstrong with one hand. With the other, I untied the thin shoe strap around my ankle.

At this moment, caught completely off guard, I saw a man slumped by a tree. There were two deep scars on his legs that were bleeding profusely. They gathered into a pool of blood under him.

“Ah!” I screamed uncontrollably.

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I diverted my thoughts from the long memories. I didn’t want to think about the pale, limp figure I’d seen on the forest floor. I looked down at my body. I’d been under the shower for so long that my skin was wrinkly from soaking in the water.

I turned off the shower and toweled myself in front of the mirror.

I hung the towel around me and studied myself in the mirror.

My wet blond hair hung down the side of my face. My eyes weren’t big. I always had to use a lot of makeup to make them pretty and lively. My features weren’t soft like Margaret’s.

And my breasts. I used my hands to measure their size. They had never developed well enough. I could hold my breast with one hand, and I could only hang a towel on my body using an elastic clasp. I had seen Margaret’s. She could completely hold on to a towel with just her breasts.

What will I do if Armstrong chooses to be with Margaret again?

If Armstrong rejects me, how can I continue to live in this pack?

And what should I do about my relationship with Anthony?’

One question after another came to mind, but I had no clue.

I sighed and pushed these annoying thoughts to the back of my mind. Right now, I just wanted to get some sleep and forget everything that had happened in the forest.

As I stepped out of the shower, I was startled by a figure beside my bed. It was Anthony. He was sitting by my bed, as if he had been waiting for a long time. When he heard my voice, he turned around and met my puzzled gaze.

“I was a little worried about your safety, so I came up to take a look,” Anthony said. “You were taking a shower. I was afraid something had happened to you, so I waited here.”

I waited for him to say more, but he just bowed his head.

We were silent for a moment. It was Anthony who broke the silence. “Since you’re fine, I’ll leave. Call me if you have any problem.”

I looked at him and felt like I needed another kind of comfort at this moment. I pulled the towel down and put my hand on Anthony’s shoulder…