[Margaret's Perspective]
The crowd kept surging forward. Some came to collect the registration form, while others wanted to surround Armstrong and Anthony to ask all kinds of questions.
Donald pulled me back a step. I patted Donald's hand and wanted to walk in the direction of the registration form too. However, Donald pulled me back even harder and finally broke away from the dense crowd to a small clearing.
"Why are you squeezing over there?" Donald asked.
"I'm going to get my registration form." I looked at Donald in confusion. "The Alpha just said that everyone has to participate in patrol missions."
"You don't need to go." Donald's face tightened, his jaw a determined line.
Again, in such a crowded place, Donald tried to control me.
I looked around. Fortunately, no one was paying attention to us.
