Chapter 137: Attack of 100 People

[Margaret’s Perspective]

I took two steps in his direction to find out more, but Donald had already left in a hurry.

Something serious must have happened to make Donald leave in such a hurry.

With a heavy heart, I went to the room Donald had booked upstairs. There were roses arranged by Donald in the room. I took one and placed it on the tip of my nose to smell its fragrance. I felt a little lonely. This was supposed to be a perfect 100-point night, but unfortunately, there were only 80 points left.

I stood by the window and stared blankly in the direction Donald had gone.

It was the forest again. When would such attacks end? When would we be able to resume our peaceful lives? When would Donald and I be able to be together without any apprehension?

Suddenly, I saw a furtive figure at the edge of the forest. She was dressed in the familiar assault team tight outfit. And there was no one else in the team but Angel who had that tall, graceful build.

Just as she was about to enter the forest, she looked around warily. When she swept her eyes in my direction, I instinctively shrank back behind the curtains. Then I realized that the lights were not on in my room. Angel could not see me.

She didn’t notice me. In a flash, she walked straight into the forest.

Donald had already told her not to leave her place. What was she doing in the forest at this time?

I didn’t sleep well that night, because before I slept, I kept thinking about Donald’s departure and Angel’s appearance in the forest.

The next morning, I woke up just as the sun was shining into the room. I subconsciously touched the bed beside me, but it was empty and there was no sign of having slept on it. It seemed that Donald had not returned all night.

I sighed softly and looked at the roses by the bed. They looked fresh despite the night, but the drops of water that were on them last night were gone.

I touched the petals of the rose sympathetically. This was the first time Donald had sent me flowers. I wished that Donald could be with me.

I tidied myself up and prepared to go to the restaurant to eat before checking on the situation. After all, the restaurant was a place where people liked to gather. It was suitable for getting some first-hand news.

But before I could reach the dining room, I was drawn to a large group of people in the clearing. They were gathered in a group, discussing noisily. Some of them looked visibly agitated and were gesticulating and shouting.

I saw Anthony in the crowd. He looked like he had just been discharged from the hospital. He was still bandaged, but he looked fine. He was standing in the middle of the crowd with a serious expression.

I squeezed through the crowd curiously. What was it that left Armstrong with no choice but to deploy Anthony, who had just recovered from his serious injuries? Armstrong had wanted Anthony to recuperate. He had always treated his subordinates well. Perhaps this matter had to be handled by Anthony.

Anthony saw me and frowned at me. He said, “Why are you here, Margaret?”

“I saw you here. What happened?” I looked around at the crowd. I didn’t know many of the people here.

“This is none of your business,” Anthony said. “I’ve been notified by the Lycan King and the Alpha at the same time. Both have asked me to make sure you’re in a safe place. So, you should go back now.”

“So, what happened now?” I insisted, ignoring Anthony.

“It’s obvious there’s been a new attack.” Anthony gestured toward the forest.

I had already learned about this from Donald last night, but it was obvious that this attack was unusual.

“Was it our people?”

“No.” Anthony shook his head, then denied what he’d said. “Not entirely.”

“Any deaths?” I felt like I was holding my breath when I asked.

Anthony’s pained gaze turned to me. “There weren’t any deaths,” he said. “More than a hundred people were attacked. It’s likely that more than half of them were killed or injured.”

What?!!

I looked at Anthony with my mouth open. More than half, that was 50 people. Some of the smaller, family-style packs might only have 50 people. That number of casualties would make these packs extinct.

“How many of our people died?” I could barely find my voice.

“None for now,” Anthony said. “It’s the Red Sun Pack next door that’s taking a serious hit. They don’t have Lycans’ help like we do. They’re much less resistant to attacks, so there are a lot of casualties.”

“There’s also a small reinforcement group that the Lycan King had sent for. These people are of high caliber. At most, they would sustain some injuries. Our Pack patrol had a few small-scale surprise attacks last night. We’re still doing a tally.”

The Red Sun Pack? I hadn’t heard that name in a long time.