[Angel's POV]
Suddenly, MASTER's voice rang in my mind, instructing me to retreat.
I glanced at Margaret in front of me. This despicable, mediocre she-wolf had somehow developed the 'Being There' ability with Donald, a very rare special ability among mates. How could Margaret be so lucky!
I couldn't contain the jealousy and hatred swirling inside me. Margaret deserved to die.
MASTER's angry voice brought back my sanity; I glared fiercely at Margaret, who, empowered by the immense strength shared by Donald, dared to provoke me.
I keenly sensed movements deep in the forest; Donald was coming with his men. I muttered 'damn it' under my breath.
Although I was reluctant to let this bitch Margaret off so easily, MASTER was right. I couldn't confront Donald directly at this moment; I had to leave immediately!
With that thought, I tensed my muscles, preparing to retreat, but Margaret, like a madwoman, lunged directly at me.
