[Margaret's Perspective]
I realized that this might be the first real argument between Donald and me.
At such a critical moment, I could not believe that Donald actually wanted me to leave this place. This was my home. I was born and raised here. The people of the Silver Moon Tribe were like my family. What was the difference between me leaving now and being a traitor?
Donald wanted to protect me too much, but he should also understand that I was not a lamb waiting to be slaughtered. Before I met Donald, I also had a reliable role in my family. Even if I became his partner now, shouldn't I stand beside him and fight alongside him, supporting each other? In addition, there was another thing. I didn't want to leave him at this time. I wanted to stay with him and touch him every day and smell his scent.
Donald sighed. I felt him let go of my fingers.
