[Margaret's POV]
As soon as I stepped outside, I saw that the two werewolves who had been guarding me yesterday were still standing at the door.
I was stunned. I had forgotten about this. Donald didn't want me to leave this room.
He had no right to do this, and I did not like being locked up here. However, when I was in front of him, I could not reject him. This was what really troubled me.
My footsteps faltered. I told Donald about this yesterday. Donald asked Elizabeth to send me clothes this morning. I should be able to get out.
But then my gaze went to the two werewolves in the doorway. I remembered their rough attitudes yesterday. The bulging muscles in their bodies scared me, too.
I didn't want to argue with them in front of my sister and show my conflict with Donald. Actually, it was not really a conflict. I couldn't help thinking that I'd have a conflict with Donald over this. Perhaps it was just a small difference in opinion.
