Abandoned by the Alpha, I Became the Lycan King's Mate-Chapter 239: Where have you seen it before?

[Margaret’s POV]

With the large troop of Lycans Donald brought with him, our journey behind Starry Ravine became somewhat easier. Our small caravan had grown into a large one, stretching out for dozens of meters when seen from a distance, imposing and luxurious to a terrifying degree.

Donald naturally would not part from me. The extended RV had astonishing space, and even with his addition, along with Anthony and a few familiar Lycans, it didn’t feel cramped.

I talked a lot with Donald, and to my questions and curiosity, he always had an answer ready. He also did not intentionally hide from me the fact that he had encountered Angel in the Misty Forest but that she had escaped again.

I was alarmed by how much had happened during their raid, looking at his face filled with worry and heartache.

"I didn’t expect Chris to be so devoted to Angel, even willing to risk his own life to help her escape..."

I realized that this was not a good topic to delve into and paused before speaking again, "MASTER managed to escape on his own, leaving so many werewolves behind at his stronghold. It seems he’s an extremely ruthless and treacherous person."

"Since we’ve been able to locate them once, we can do it a second time. Capturing them is just a matter of time. Don’t be too anxious, we have so many people with you!"

Donald was somewhat weary, hugging me as we leaned on the comfortable and spacious car seat, and he gently kissed my forehead, continuing languidly, "When I saw MASTER’s retreating figure, I always felt like I recognized him. That pitch-black fur, as dark as a moonless night, I feel like I’ve seen it before, but when I try to remember, I can’t recall anything."

"It would have been nice to capture Angel, then we wouldn’t have to guess, we would know directly. Angel..." Donald said, his voice heavy as he uttered the woman’s name, as if only by devouring her could he quench the towering hatred in his heart.

I wasn’t jealous just because of his casual mention of her name, but I still disliked the idea of Angel appearing in Donald’s words, or in any of his emotions, including hatred.

Because of this little bit of selfishness, I didn’t pick up the topic Donald had dropped. Instead, I took his uninjured hand and gently urged him to close his eyes and rest for a bit. Even if he couldn’t sleep in the car, a little feigned rest could still be beneficial.

These past couple of days, I had been distressed by a variety of unexpected events, and Donald had been even more so, never having a moment’s rest. He was utterly exhausted.

While I was talking with Donald, our caravan had completely exited Starry Ravine, marking the end of this memorable leg of the journey, and the metaphorical stone in my heart finally dropped somewhat.

As we traveled, night fell, and without any delay because of Elliot’s condition, we didn’t stop for any adjustments, instead speeding towards the next station, intent on making a night journey.

Donald’s return had the effect of a powerful boost of morale, and we all managed to breathe a small sigh of relief.

Perhaps truly exhausted, Donald slowly fell asleep in his seat. I touched his not-so-well-looking face, pulled up the blanket prepared for him, and got up to walk to the other end of the RV where Elliot’s small infirmary was.

"How is he doing? Has his temperature come down?" I asked, glancing at Benjamin who was tending to Elliot, lowering my voice.

Benjamin had thick dark circles under his eyes, looking frighteningly worn out. I figured he wasn’t having an easier time than Donald. As the most reliable therapist at the Lycan King’s side, his exceptional work ability came with great pressure.

"It’s relatively stable; he should last until we get back to the Palace. Assuming there are no further complications."

I nodded in response and sighed as I looked at Elliot on the bed, "He will be alright. We need to trust Donald and Elliot too! You’ve been tired for a long while now. Why don’t you go down and rest a bit? Ruth and I will watch over him here. If anything happens, I’ll call you immediately."

Benjamin looked at me gratefully, bowed slightly, and departed, while Ruth and I spent the first half of the night guarding Elliot. The more challenging latter half of the night was persevered through by Mark’s insistence.

The next day, as dawn broke, I woke up nestled against Donald, my entire body feeling as if it had been crushed, devoid of any sense of rest.

"You’re awake? How does your shoulder feel? If it hurts a lot, I can get you some painkillers. Also, what would you like for breakfast? We have sandwiches and compressed biscuits!" I asked Donald softly.