Chapter 15: Wavering Mind

[Margaret’s POV] A realization dawned on me, its weight both comforting and terrifying. “You mean you’ll stay?” I asked, my voice trembling with a mix of hope and uncertainty. “I’ll stay for a while,” Donald replied, his voice low and gentle. He leaned in, rubbing his nose affectionately against mine, a tender gesture that sent a shiver down my spine. Relief washed over me, followed closely by a swirl of conflicting emotions. Donald’s decision to stay was undoubtedly good news. It meant I had more time—more time to be with him, to sort through the chaos that had entangled my life, and to deal with the ever-growing tension within the pack. I could still speak to Elizabeth, still help her with the Luna ceremony as I had promised. The thought of abandoning the tribe to follow Donald to the werewolf royal family didn’t need to plague my mind—at least not yet. But his choice to stay also hinted at a deeper, more sinister reality. Our tribe was in danger, serious enough that even Donald,