[Margaret's Perspective]
After listening to my analysis, Donald squeezed my face in what seemed to be admiration, his lips curling into a slight smile as he said, "Darling, you've made great progress in your war analysis abilities, truly worthy of being my queen, Donald. However, you've overlooked one thing. This is the Werewolf Royal City, the most fiercely guarded of all. How could it possibly be easily breached by a ragtag bunch of Rebels?"
"Even if every Lycan by my side is stretched thin right now, don't we still have the commanders of the Lycan army stationed at the edge of the Royal City?"
No sooner had Donald mentioned the Lycan army than I heard uniform footsteps outside the hall, followed promptly by a blanket of gunfire and the sounds of battle.
I glanced sideways at Donald and asked with a light laugh, "Even if you call them back on emergency orders, that would take at least 2 hours, wouldn't it? Don't tell me you have the power of foresight?"
