[Margaret's Perspective]
Donald put his hand on my lips. I noticed that he always liked to do that, but he quickly moved his hand away and rubbed the back of my neck repeatedly.
"We have a meeting this afternoon," I said quietly.
"I know."
I wrapped my arms around his waist and leaned against him. We held each other quietly for a while.
We never spent enough time together. I thought about what Donald had said about not wanting our wolves to meet. I had to admit that his words made sense. We weren't like other mates who always had a lot of time to spend together. Donald had too many responsibilities on his shoulders, and so did I. Although my strength was meager, I always wanted to do my part.
"I have something to tell you."
I raised my eyes to Donald. He rarely spoke to me in such a tone.
"Do you remember what I said before about bringing you back to the royal family?" Donald said.
