[Elizabeth's Perspective]
"I still have some things to take care of."
Armstrong pulled the door open and walked out.
I stayed alone in the room, feeling dazed. I felt like a heavyweight had smashed into my heart.
Armstrong didn't reject me directly, but I felt as if my heart was being torn apart by intense waves of pain. I threw myself onto the bed and started crying into the pillow.
Half the pillowcase became stained with my tears. I had wanted to use my body and our mates' ties to make Armstrong change his mind, but he still rejected me. He was unwilling to stay. I didn't know what else I could have done to prevent this outcome before leaving the pack.
[Donald's Perspective]
Over 50 casualties in a night of attack.
These tragic numbers made me physically and mentally exhausted. Fortunately, I still had Margaret.
