Chapitre 147: Ambushed

[Elizabeth's Perspective]

"I still have some things to take care of."

Armstrong pulled the door open and walked out.

I stayed alone in the room, feeling dazed. I felt like a heavyweight had smashed into my heart.

Armstrong didn't reject me directly, but I felt as if my heart was being torn apart by intense waves of pain. I threw myself onto the bed and started crying into the pillow.

Half the pillowcase became stained with my tears. I had wanted to use my body and our mates' ties to make Armstrong change his mind, but he still rejected me. He was unwilling to stay. I didn't know what else I could have done to prevent this outcome before leaving the pack.

[Donald's Perspective]

Over 50 casualties in a night of attack.

These tragic numbers made me physically and mentally exhausted. Fortunately, I still had Margaret.