[Elizabeth's Perspective]
After the Lycan King pulled Margaret away, it was just me and Armstrong.
I looked uncertainly at Armstrong, who was covered in blood. I couldn't give my mate a straight hug like Margaret. We weren't as close as Margaret and Donald were.
But Armstrong took my hand of his own accord. His palm was dry and warm and full of strength. I had never felt so needed by my mate. He held my hand tightly. Where our skin touched, I felt a soul-stirring comfort. It made it less difficult to accept the smell of blood on his body.
"Can you show me to your room?" Armstrong said.
I nodded and led him in the direction of the stairs.
As we passed by Margaret's bedroom, I heard her moaning faintly from inside.
