LIGHTNOVELONLINE Chapter 168 - Margaret Who Disappeared
Chapter 168: Margaret Who Disappeared
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[Donald’s Perspective]
No matter what this chaotic group of people were saying now, I didn’t listen at all, even though I looked like I was listening intently.
Nothing would stop my determination to get Margaret out of here. She couldn’t stay here any longer.
Unfortunately, even if I wanted to make her leave in a hundred percent safe manner, such a provision didn’t exist. Besides, we didn’t have the manpower to escort her now.
I laughed at myself at the thought.
Even as the Lycan King, there were many things I wanted to do but couldn’t. A large portion of those things that I couldn’t do were related to Margaret.
I saw Alpha Armstrong and his Beta, Anthony, appear at the top of the stairs. They had something to tell me.
The others at the table noticed that I was distracted. Before they could focus all their attention on me, I retracted my gaze and said, “There’s nothing more to discuss. This battle should end as soon as possible. The Silver Moon Pack can’t afford to delay for too long. We don’t want to take unnecessary losses either. Besides, I have other things to do.”
“The Lycan King is right.” Alpha Armstrong said as he came up the stairs.
I noticed that Anthony’s face was frighteningly dark. Not just dark, but there was a hint of desperation.
“But Your Majesty…” Christian pointed to an area on the map. “If we attack from this direction, there will be a gap to the north. We don’t have enough men to make a defense—”
While Christian was still talking, I felt my stomach shift uncomfortably. Something was churning up inside me, and I felt like I was losing something. A thin numbing current stimulated my heart. It was weak but there, and a vague sense of unease surged through me.
What’s wrong? I wondered.
I examined the area Christian had pointed out. This was indeed a problem. Was I worried about the battle?
No, that was not it.
Margaret’s name popped into my head.
[Donald, come and save me.]
[I am being held by A…]
My head jerked up. It was Margaret’s voice. It was faint, but she was trying to connect to me with her mate’s senses.
My mate, she must have encountered something.
I looked up and saw Armstrong’s extremely ugly expression. Then I looked at Anthony beside him. I immediately understood that they were not looking for me because of the battle.
“We’ll do it your way,” I said without thinking. “I have some things I have to deal with now.”
“Your Majesty!” Christian shouted.
Everyone looked at me in shock, but I looked at Armstrong. We exchanged a look and started running out of the door.
“Where are they?” Armstrong asked in the wind.
“Let’s go to Margaret’s room,” I replied urgently.
The tension inside me was rising. Something had happened to Margaret!
Armstrong’s presence here meant that he also sensed an anomaly about his mate.
Someone has attacked Margaret and Elizabeth together, I thought. What’s their goal? Do they want to use this opportunity to threaten Armstrong and me? Then what will they do next? We have to stop them before they succeed.
My heart sank completely as I ran up the stairs and stopped in front of Margaret’s room.
Margaret wasn’t in the house. I couldn’t smell anything of her.
A fear that radiated from the bottom of my heart gripped my body. My heart was beating fast. I kicked open the door and Armstrong walked in behind me.
I looked around the room. It was empty. There weren’t signs of violent destruction.
“Margaret? Margaret?”
I searched every corner of the house with my last shred of hope. For all I knew, the cry for help was just a nasty joke Margaret had played on me. She had just gone out without telling me. She had liked to run around before. If someone had taken her by force, she wouldn’t have followed and there would have been signs of a struggle in this house.
I tried to comfort myself, but this did not eliminate the nervousness in my heart at all.
I made myself calm down. If they were taken, there would be clues here.
I felt something strange under my feet. I looked down and saw an imperceptible water mark on the ground. There were also traces of water droplets around.
This is a bedroom, I thought. Where did the water come from?
I keenly grasped this clue and squatted down to take a closer look. Just as I squatted down, I smelled something unusual.
My eyebrows twitched. It was the smell of the Mist.