Chapter 149: Chess Player and Pawn

[Donald’s Perspective]

“That’s right, but their numbers are far inferior to ours,” I said in a low voice. “The reinforcements I sent have already arrived at the Silver Moon Pack. The reinforcements are nearly 100 people. Each of them is a warrior who has undergone strict training and can fight 10 people alone. In terms of combat strength, we are definitely superior to them.

And I’m on your side. I’ll throw myself into battle with you. This is our common home. We should fight for the freedom, health, and equal rights that each of us was born with!”

I looked around at the people in the hall. No one spoke now. I saw the fighting spirit in their eyes and knew that they were mentally prepared to fight.

Armstrong looked at me in agreement and said, “The Lycan King is right. We will win this battle. The other party is not our match at all.

We’ll gather all the men we have now into five groups. One group will act as a safeguard and support at the rear. We’ll divide the reinforcements from the royal Lycans into four other groups. We’ll take the initiative and try to sniff out the enemy behind the scenes and destroy them within three days.”

Everyone began to talk again. Most of them agreed, and some were still digesting the fact that we were going to launch an attack.

Armstrong stepped off the stage and walked toward us.

I put my arm around Margaret tightly, but Armstrong just looked at me and said, “Your Majesty, that was an inspiring speech.”

I turned to Margaret. She was looking at me with admiration. I felt more proud than ever of the affirmation I’d received from my mate.

I reached out and touched Margaret’s hair. As this speech ended, it also meant that I was counting down my time with Margaret.

“If you don’t need me here for the time being, I’ll leave first,” I said to Armstrong.

Armstrong glanced at Margaret and me and nodded.

I pulled Margaret to a slightly less crowded corner in the hall and kissed her. Then I said, “I have something on later. I think we need to part ways now.”

I looked at Margaret with some reluctance and said, “I’ll call Elliot over and ask him to help with your packing. Then he will take you and Elizabeth with him.”

The hesitant look on Margaret’s face reappeared.

I realized at once the root of the problem. It wasn’t Armstrong who had put Margaret in a difficult position. It was Elliot. Had they had some kind of conflict that I didn’t know of? I needed to get to the bottom of this.

I grabbed her hands and pressed them against my chest. I wrapped my hands around her and gave her some comfort with this physical contact.

I asked, “What happened?”

“What?” Margaret was still trying to act dumb, but her tactics were so clumsy that it was obvious.

Where I grew up, every royal Lycan was extremely good at hiding his true emotions. It was hard to know what they were really thinking from their words and actions.

We had more complicated interpersonal relationships and more bloody battles, so we lived very tired lives. We always needed to constantly speculate about someone’s true thoughts and intentions before deciding if the other party was a good person or a bad person and if he could be used by me.

The so-called Lycan King actually had to abandon his personal emotions to consider the entire pack.

Everyone around you could be used as pawns. My duty was to put them in the right position step by step so that the entire system can operate reasonably. I felt that I was a chess player, but I was also being manipulated by the chessboard.

I glanced at Margaret. Her face was a lovely pink from lying. And she was completely unaware of it.

This was one of the things I liked about Margaret. Her emotions were always written on her face, even if she wanted to hide them most of the time. She looked innocent like this, giving me a freshness that was different from the other royal Lycans.

“What happened between you and Elliot?” I asked directly.

Margaret’s eyes widened. She tightened her grip on my hand again.

“How can I entrust you to Elliot when you’re like this?” I sighed. “You know that your safety is the most important thing to me. Besides, we agreed not to hide anything from each other.”

Margaret was silent for a moment. She seemed to be debating whether to tell me about this. Just as my patience was about to run out, I heard Margaret’s faint voice.

“Elliot seems to be very familiar with Angel.”

Angel. Why is Angel mentioned again? I wondered.

I suddenly remembered that Angel was Elliot’s cousin. The two of them didn’t usually seem close. Even when I’d been relatively close to Angel in the past, Elliot had been at my side. He would simply greet Angel whenever he met her. I rarely heard them communicate with each other.