[Margaret's POV]
Now, whatever decision Donald makes, he almost never deliberately keeps it from me. I think this is a very good start; our relationship should indeed be honest and transparent.
After issuing the command for tonight's surprise attack, Donald dismissed everyone from the meeting room and leisurely reviewed Benjamin's report, seemingly pondering something.
"What's wrong? Did you think of something?" I leaned closer, resting on his shoulder and asked softly.
Now that it was just the two of us in the meeting room, I allowed myself to lean affectionately against him.
Donald caught my hand in his palm, naturally kissed it, and replied, "I was wondering, if these are just defective products of failed experiments, what would the enemy's successful, side effect-free werewolves look like? Perhaps they shouldn't be called werewolves but monsters would be more accurate."
