Chapter 163: 'Mist'

[Margaret's Perspective]

"Huh? Were you contacting the Lycan King just now?" Elizabeth was obviously still pinning her hopes on Donald.

I shook my head. "I was trying to transform, but I failed."

I realized that the light coming through the doorway was weakening, and the room was getting even dimmer. I realized that it was probably already night, which meant that Elizabeth and I had been missing for hours.

Because we were held in such a dark environment, I didn't know how long we'd been here. An hour or two probably. And it was hard to estimate how long we'd been unconscious. I had no way of telling how long it had taken Angel to transfer us here.

I only hoped that the potion that prevented us from contacting each other would fail as soon as possible so that I could send a message to Donald.