[Donald's POV]
After parting reluctantly with Margaret that morning, I went to see Armstrong.
He looked even more haggard than he did the night before. Perhaps he had been busy all night and had not slept. He was a dutiful Alpha and cared for his pack. I admired him. I might have admired him more if nothing had happened between him and Margaret.
"I've redesigned the patrol of the tribe in the forest. We've doubled the manpower and shifts. We haven't found anyone suspicious," said Armstrong.
I nodded. "I've already sent word to the royal family to be on the alert for any unusual activity. They'll send a dozen people to support us. They'll be here in a few days."
"More than ten?" Armstrong frowned.
"These people are enough."
I glanced at Armstrong but didn't elaborate. These ten or so people were an assault team, one of my best forces.
