Chapter 129: Starting a War
[Margaret’s Perspective]
“But she’s your Mate. You’re meant for each other. This meaning doesn’t just exist in the pack…”
“Stop it, Margaret.” Armstrong suddenly became irritable. “I just don’t have the time to care about my Mate. I don’t care. Do you know what your Mate, your good Lycan King, told me today?
We interrogated a captive in my basement and pried some things out of him that we didn’t know before. I’m not at liberty to tell you, but these things made the Lycan King decide to attack the enemy.”
I was shocked by Armstrong’s sudden emotion.
Armstrong glanced at me, his eyes filled with conflict and pain. “The Lycan King had sent new people over. I knew about this. I thought these people would just be setting up defenses, but he told me today that these support people would be deployed to attack. Attack? That’s starting a war.”
I was shocked by Armstrong’s choice of words.
War? I thought. What’s that? Donald has actually decided to do something like that…
Armstrong waved his hands agitatedly and said, “We’ve been under attack all this time. These are enough. But once we attack, there will only be more casualties!”
“This might not mean much to the Lycans. They were originally a team nurtured for battle, but our pack is different. How can we fight the enemy? Once the war starts, no one can avoid it. Our pack will lose people. Those who die will be our people!”
“We are initiating an attack…?” I repeated Armstrong’s words softly.
“Not us. The Lycans,” Armstrong said stiffly.
I didn’t understand what was going on, but if Donald made such a decision, something desperately serious must have happened. However, he didn’t tell me anything, so I had no way of knowing.
War. The word was too remote from me.
What I had experienced in the forest was already the most terrifying thing that had happened to me. What would a real war be like?
Would Donald go and fight? Would he be hurt? Would he die?
Just thinking about this possibility made my heart ache so much that I felt like I was suffocating.
Armstrong looked at me and his eyes regained their composure. His gaze dropped and he stared at the table as he apologized to me. “I’m sorry, Margaret. I shouldn’t have told you this.”
Armstrong smiled bitterly at me. “You’re right. I should treat Elizabeth well. You have no need to digest my negative emotions.”
I didn’t answer Armstrong. I just tapped my fingers on the table and thought about this.
“How do you plan to attack the other party and when?”
“I can’t tell you that,” Armstrong said.
I looked at the calm Armstrong and suddenly said, “Actually, you approve of such an operation, don’t you?”
I said quickly, “At the speed that we’re being attacked, it seems that the opponent won’t stop. Instead of waiting for death, it’s better to take the initiative to attack. Staying where we are and trembling will only wear down everyone’s will and tire us out. This state won’t last long. The best defense is attack. This is the best solution.”
“That’s hard to say, Margaret.”
Armstrong sighed and sat back in his chair.
“Of course I don’t want to be passive and get beaten. We would be done for then. And as you said, this isn’t a long-term solution.”
Armstrong frowned and said, “But I’m the Alpha. I have to think about the entire pack. I initially hoped that the Lycan King would come up with a solution to minimize the loss of lives in the pack. Now it seems that I’ve been too simplistic.”
Armstrong rubbed the space between his eyebrows and said, “The opponent is more intractable than we expected. And if we start attacking first, whether we succeed or not, it will mean casualties and losses.”
“Maybe these losses won’t be on you or me, but they’re losses nonetheless. I can’t ignore the lives of the people in the Pack just because I want to resolve this matter quickly.”
Armstrong had always been a responsible Alpha. Even when I was at my saddest, I never doubted that.
I wanted to go and discuss this with Donald now.
I turned to leave, but this time Armstrong grabbed my hand.
He raised his eyebrows at me and asked, “Where are you going?”
“I’m going to find Donald.”
“What do you want with him?”
“Of course I’m going to ask him about the attack.” I shook off Armstrong’s hand and looked at him unhappily.
Armstrong didn’t care about my reaction. He just said slowly, “Then how are you going to explain how you know about this? I haven’t informed the people in the pack. This is just a plan for now. I won’t even let everyone know.”
“What do you mean?” I looked at Armstrong in confusion. “Isn’t the attack an important matter?”