Chapter 30: A Shield Too Heavy

[Margaret's POV] Donald’s expression darkened, his tone curt as he said, "Your men might not be enough." Armstrong’s jaw tensed. His posture stiffened slightly as he absorbed Donald’s words. I could tell he was already considering the possibility that the opposing force wasn’t ordinary. If they were dealing with a werewolf royal, this situation was more serious than he had anticipated. "You came from that direction. Why didn’t you go there earlier?" Armstrong's voice was edged with irritation. His concern for our people was evident in the way his fingers twitched at his sides. Donald met Armstrong’s gaze, unwavering. "I was with Margaret. I had to bring her back first." A pang of guilt surged through me. I hated feeling like a burden, but there it was. If someone got hurt while dealing with this, I would carry the weight of it. I couldn’t understand why Donald had chosen to return for me when I was capable of holding my own in a fight. Elliot, ever the rational one, intervened. "