Chapter 92: Chapter 92

[Margaret’s Perspective]

“I don’t need dinner for the time being, Elizabeth. What about you?” I looked at Elizabeth.

“I don’t need dinner yet either.”

“Neither of us wants dinner. Thank you, Elliot,” I said to Elliot.

Elliot looked at me and then at Elizabeth, as if he wanted to say something but stopped himself.

He nodded and turned to leave.

I watched him go and thought of something.

“Elliot, wait!”

Elliot stopped, turned back, and asked, “What else, Miss Margaret?”

I grabbed the sheet with my hand and asked uneasily, “What happened to those two people in the forest?”

“One is dead and the other is still under investigation,” Elliot replied.

“And has anyone else been injured recently?” I had just asked Elizabeth the same question. Elizabeth’s answer was that it was unclear. She had not heard of it, but I thought that Elliot, as Donald’s right-hand man, must know more about what was going on outside. I would be able to get more accurate information from him.

“No.”

I let out a sigh of relief. I was worried that I had affected the patrol team. Donald was so angry with Angel at the time. If I’d hurt the original military defense and caused new casualties, I’d be responsible. Fortunately, everything was fine except for my injuries.

“Did you find out anything? Who are the attackers, what’s their goal, and why are they attacking the Silver Moon Tribe?”

I saw Elliot frown and my heart sank.

“His Majesty will take care of all this,” Elliot said gently, maintaining his poise. “Miss Margaret, what you need most now is to heal. You don’t have to worry so much.”

I knew Elliot wouldn’t reveal too much to me, so I nodded to show that I understood.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Actually, Elliot was right. I had Donald for everything. I really didn’t need to worry too much, let alone do anything stupid.

I was depressed over this plain fact. I was not even as good as Elizabeth. At least she was just doing nothing, unlike me who was genuinely causing trouble for everyone.

Suddenly, Elliot’s expression became serious. His gaze was fixed in my direction, but it was as if he was looking at someone else. I realized that he was communicating with someone using his Mindlink. Something must have happened.

Elliot quickly refocused his gaze a moment later. He didn’t look at me again, but turned quickly to leave.

I can’t let him go like this,?I thought.

I realized that this was my only chance to get first-hand information. Ignoring my injuries, I rolled out of bed and pulled Elliot urgently.

The movement required so much exertion that it made me grimace in pain. I couldn’t speak for a moment, but my hand was holding Elliot tightly.

Seeing this, Elizabeth hurried forward to support me.

I recovered at that moment and stared at Elliot. “What happened?” I asked. “Did something happen to Donald?”

Elliot looked at my hand that was holding him. He wanted to break free but did not dare to use too much force. He said, “Let go of me first, Miss Margaret.”

“Tell me!” I growled. “I know something’s wrong.”

I heard Elliot sigh and say, “It’s not His Majesty. It’s your pack Beta. I think his name is Anthony. He was attacked while on patrol. Let go of me. I’m still dealing with it over there.”

Anthony…

Hearing that it wasn’t Donald, my wildly racing heart calmed down a little.

Immediately, I heard a gasp in my ear.

“What!!!”

It was Elizabeth’s voice.

I felt a sharp pain in my arm where Elizabeth was holding me. I looked down and saw that Elizabeth’s nails were almost digging into my flesh. I instinctively let go of Elliot and turned to look at Elizabeth. Her face was pale and filled with panic.

Once again, I was sure that Elizabeth and Anthony must have an unusual relationship.

“Anthony… how is he, where is he?” Elizabeth murmured next to me.

I had to turn my gaze to Elliot again. In those few seconds, he had reached the door and was about to leave.

“Elliot,” I called.

I saw Elliot pause with his hand on the door. He turned to look back at me, but he was clearly anxious to get out of here.

I asked quickly, “Can we go and see Anthony?”

“That depends on whether His Majesty agrees.”

I sighed. All I could do was hold Elizabeth’s head against my chest and comfort her.