Chapitre 165: The Person He Loves Is You

[Margaret's Perspective]

Elizabeth let out a small animal whine and curled herself into a fetal position. This was what humans did when they were still inside their mother's womb. When humans were nervous, they instinctively turned into this position.

I wanted to say something to reassure her, but I didn't know what I could say.

I still couldn't contact Donald, and there was no way I could escape on my own. We had to stay here and wait for Angel's arrangements.

This aimless waiting was the most torturous. I could clearly feel my mood becoming more anxious with every second.

Where exactly is this place? I wondered.

Have we left the Silver Moon Pack?

Will there be any patrols around here?

Donald must already be sending people to look for us. If we scream loudly here, is it possible that someone outside will hear us and come to save us, or will we alert the guards and get knocked unconscious?